He's alright. What kind of date? I don't know, what do kids do in the fifties? No no no no no, Marty, both you and Jennifer turn out fine. It's your kids, Marty, something has got to be done about your kids. Doc, Doc, it's me, Marty. C'mon, open up, let me out of here, Yo.
Yeah, well, I still don't understand what Dad was doing in the middle of the street. Marty, will we ever see you again? Hi. My god, do you know what this means? It means that this damn thing doesn't work at all. You cost three-hundred buck damage to my car, you son-of-a-bitch. And I'm gonna take it out of your ass. Hold him.
Don't worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88 miles per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will be fine. I'd like you to meet my good friend George McFly. I, I don't know. Where's Einstein, is he with you? Dear Doctor Brown, on the night that I go back in time, you will be shot by terrorists. Please take whatever precautions are necessary to prevent this terrible disaster. Your friend, Marty.
