No, fine, no , good, fine, good. Breakfast. 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. God dammit, I'm late. No.
How's your head? No, it was The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance. Our first date. It was the night of that terrible thunderstorm, remember George? Your father kissed me for the very first time on that dance floor. It was then I realized I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. That Biff, what a character. Always trying to get away with something. Been on top of Biff ever since high school. Although, if it wasn't for him- George, buddy. remember that girl I introduced you to, Lorraine. What are you writing? You want it, you know you want it, and you know you want me to give it to you.
Scram, McFly. Oh, pleased to meet you, Calvin Marty Klein. Do you mind if I sit here? Now, now, Biff, now, I never noticed any blindspot before when I would drive it. Hi, son. About 30 years, it's a nice round number. Mayor Goldie Wilson, I like the sound of that.
