supervisor, and I'm afraid I'm not very good at confrontations.
Marty: The car, Dad, I mean He wrecked it, totalled it. I needed that car tomorrow night, Dad, I mean do you have any idea how important this was, do you have any clue?
George: I know, and all I could say is I'm sorry.
George: Believe me, Marty, you're better off not having to worry about all the aggravation and headaches of playing at that dance.
Dave: He's absolutely right, Marty. the last thing you need is headaches.
Lorraine: Kids, we're gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves, Uncle Joey didn't make parole again.
Lorraine: I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line.
Marty: Uncle Jailbird Joey?
Dave: He's your brother, Mom.
Linda: Yeah, I think it's a major embarrassment having an uncle in prison.
Lorraine: We all make mistakes in life, children.
Dave: God dammit, I'm late.
Lorraine: David, watch your mouth. You come here and kiss your mother before you go, come here.
Dave: C'mon, Mom, make it fast, I'll miss my bus.
Dave:
Linda: Hey Marty, I'm not your answering service, but while you were outside pouting about the car, Jennifer Parker called you twice.
Lorraine: I don't like her, Marty. Any girl who calls a boy is just asking for trouble.
Linda: Oh Mom, there's nothing wrong with calling a boy.
Lorraine: I think it's terrible. Girls chasing boys. When I was your age I never chased a boy, or called a boy, or sat in a parked car with a boy.
Linda: Then how am I supposed to ever meet anybody?
Lorraine: Well, it will just happen.
Linda: That was so stupid, Grandpa hit him with the car.
Lorraine: It was meant to be. Anyway, if Grandpa hadn't hit him, then none of you would have been born.
Linda: Yeah, well, I still don't understand what Dad was doing in the middle of the street.
Lorraine: What was it, George, bird watching?
George: What Lorraine, what?
Lorraine: Anyway, Grandpa hit him with the car and brought him into the house. He seemed so helpless, like a little lost puppy, my heart just went out for him.
Linda: Yeah Mom, we know, you've told us this story a million times. You felt sorry for him so you decided to go with him to The Fish Under The Sea Dance.
Lorraine: No, it was The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance. Our first date. It was the night of that terrible thunderstorm, remember George?
Lorraine: Your father kissed me for the very first time on that dance floor. It was then I realised I was going to spend the rest of my life with him.
Marty: Hello.
Doc:
Marty: Uh Doc, uh no. No, don't be silly.
Doc:
Marty: Um, yeah, I'm on my way.
Marty: Einstein, hey Einstein, where's the Doc, boy, huh?
Marty: Doc?
Doc: Marty, you made it!
Marty: Yeah!
Doc: Welcome to my latest experiment. It's the one I've been waiting for all my life.
Marty: Um, well it's a DeLorean, right?
Doc: Bare with me, Marty, all of your questions will be answered. Roll tape...
Marty: OK.
Doc: ...and we'll proceed.
Marty: Doc, is that a de...
Doc: Never mind that now, never mind that now.
Marty: All right, I'm ready.
Doc: Good evening, I'm Dr Emmett Brown. I'm standing on the parking lot of Twin Pines Mall. It's Saturday morning, October 26th 1985, 1.18am and this is temporal experiment number one. C'mon, Einie.
Doc: Hey, hey boy, get in there, that a boy, in you go, sit down, put your seatbelt on, that's it!
Marty: Whoa, whoa, whoa, OK.
Doc: Please note that Einstein's clock is in complete synchronisation with my control watch. Got it?
Marty: Right, check, Doc.
Doc: Good. Have a good trip Einstein, watch your head.
Marty: You have this thing hooked up to the car?
Doc: Watch this.
Marty: Yeah, OK, got it.