Stop it. Good, there’s somebody I’d like you to meet. Lorraine. So tell me, Marty, how long have you been in port? This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is gonna strike the clock tower precisely at 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night. If we could somehow harness this bolt of lightning, channel it into the flux capacitor, it just might work. Next Saturday night, we’re sending you back to the future. Yeah I know, If you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything.

That’s George McFly? That’s a big bruise you have there. No, no, George, look, it’s just an act, right? Okay, so 9:00 you’re strolling through the parking lot, you see us struggling in the car, you walk up, you open the door and you say, your line, George. Hey, George, buddy, you weren’t at school, what have you been doing all day? Okay, real mature guys. Okay, Biff, will you pick up my books?

Yeah well, you shouldn’t drink. Alright, I’m ready. You want it, you know you want it, and you know you want me to give it to you. Whoa, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that my mother has got the hots for me? Doc.

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