Shape up, man. You’re a slacker. You wanna be a slacker for the rest of your life? What? Quiet. whoa, whoa Doc, stuck here, I can’t be stuck here, I got a life in 1985. I got a girl. Great Scott. Let me see that photograph again of your brother. Just as I thought, this proves my theory, look at your brother.
Doc, look, all we need is a little plutonium. Thank god I still got my hair. What on Earth is that thing I’m wearing? I can’t believe you loaned me a car, without telling me it had a blindspot. I could’ve been killed. Where? You’ll find out.
There, there, now, just relax. You’ve been asleep for almost nine hours now. Oh, you make it sound so easy. I just, I wish I wasn’t so scared. Right. Lou, gimme a milk, chocolate. Lorraine, my density has popped me to you. When could weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future. My insurance, it’s your car, your insurance should pay for it. Hey, I wanna know who’s gonna pay for this? I spilled beer all over it when that car smashed into me. Who’s gonna pay my cleaning bill?
No, Biff, you leave her alone. What about George? You cost three-hundred buck damage to my car, you son-of-a-bitch. And I’m gonna take it out of your ass. Hold him. Ah. Jesus, George, it’s a wonder I was ever born.