Doc, you don’t just walk into a store and ask for plutonium. Did you rip this off? C’mon, Mom, make it fast, I’ll miss my bus. Hey see you tonight, Pop. Woo, time to change that oil. Which one’s your pop? Are you okay? 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, gimme a Tab. 1955? You’re my ma- you’re my ma. Which one’s your pop? Oh, you make it sound so easy. I just, I wish I wasn’t so scared. Damn, where is that kid. Damn. Damn damn. You’re late, do you have no concept of time?
Just say anything, George, say what ever’s natural, the first thing that comes to your mind. Ahh. Sit here, Marty. Thank you, don’t forget to take a flyer. George. George.
