Listen, Doc. Ah. Thank you, don't forget to take a flyer. Mom, is that you? Who are you calling spook, pecker-wood.
Doc, Doc. Oh, no. You're alive. Bullet proof vest, how did you know, I never got a chance to tell you. About all that talk about screwing up future events, the space time continuum. Doc. Not a word, not a word, not a word now. Quiet, uh, donations, you want me to make a donation to the coast guard youth auxiliary? Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to get them re-typed. Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my reports in your handwriting. I'll get fired. You wouldn't want that to happen would you? Would you? Good. Have a good trip Einstein, watch your head.
Then how am I supposed to ever meet anybody. Of course not, Biff, now I wouldn't want that to happen. Now, uh, I'll finish those reports up tonight, and I'll run em them on over first thing tomorrow, alright? I have to tell you about the future. My equipment, that reminds me, Marty, you better not hook up to the amplifier. There's a slight possibility for overload. Doc, you don't just walk into a store and ask for plutonium. Did you rip this off?
