Calm down, Marty, I didn't disintegrate anything. The molecular structure of Einstein and the car are completely intact. I'll get it back to you, alright? Oh, oh Marty, here's you keys. You're all waxed up, ready for tonight. Good morning. You wanna a Pepsi, pall, you're gonna pay for it.
Yeah well, I saw it on a rerun. Look me up when you get there, guess I'll be about 47. Children. Well, safe and sound, now, n good old 1955. Yeah, who are you?
What kind of date? I don't know, what do kids do in the fifties? Marty you gotta come back with me. Yeah, exactly. He's a peeping tom. Dad. I'm gonna get that son-of-a-bitch.
