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Radio:October is inventory time. So right now, Statler Toyota is making the best deals of the year on all 1985 model Toyotas. You won't find a better car with a better price with better service anywhere in Hill Valley...

TV Anchor: The Senate is expected to vote on this today. In other news, officials at The Pacific Nuclear Research Facility have denied the rumor that the case of missing plutonium was in fact stolen from their vault two weeks ago. A Libyan terrorist group had claimed responsibility for the alleged theft, however, the officials now infer the crepency to a simple clerical error. The FBI...

Marty: Hey, Doc? Doc. Hello, anybody home? Einstein, come here, boy. What's going on? Wha- aw, God. Aw, Jesus. Whoa, rock and roll. Yo.

Doc: Marty, is that you?

Marty: Hey, hey, Doc, where are you?

Doc: Thank g-d I found you. Listen, can you meet me at Twin Pines Mall tonight at 1:15? I've made a major breakthrough, I'll need your assistance.

Marty:Wait a minute, wait a minute. 1:15 in the morning?

Doc:Yeah.

Marty:What's going on? Where have you been all week?

Doc: Working.

Marty: Where's Einstein, is he with you?

Doc: Yeah, he's right here.

Marty: You know, Doc, you left your equipment on all week.

Doc:My equipment, that reminds me, Marty, you better not hook up to the amplifier. There's a slight possibility for overload.

Marty:Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.

Doc: Good, I'll see you tonight. Don't forget, now, 1:15 a.m., Twin Pines Mall.

Marty: Right.

Doc: Are those my clocks I hear?

Marty: Yeah, it's 8:00.

Doc:They're late. My experiment worked. They're all exactly twenty-five minutes slow.

Marty:Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Doc. Are you telling me that it's 8:25?

Doc: Precisely.

Marty: Damn. I'm late for school.

Marty: Hello, Jennifer.

Jennifer: Marty, don't go this way. Strickland's looking for you. If you're caught it'll be four tardies in a row.

Jennifer: Alright, c'mon, I think we're safe.

Marty: Y'know this time it wasn't my fault. The Doc set all of his clocks twenty-five minutes slow.

Strickland: Doc? Am I to understand you're still hanging around with Doctor Emmett Brown, McFly? Tardy slip for you, Miss Parker. And one for you McFly I believe that makes four in a row. Now let me give you a nickle's worth of advice, young man. This so called Doctor Brown is dangerous, he's a real nuttcase. You hang around with him you're gonna end up in big trouble.

Marty:Oh yes sir.

Strickland: You got a real attitude problem, McFly. You're a slacker. You remind me of your father when he went here, he was a slacker too.

Marty: Can I go now, Mr. Strickland?

Strickland:I noticed you band is on the roster for dance auditions after school today. Why even bother Mcfly, you haven't got a chance, you're too much like your old man. No McFly ever amounted to anything in the history of Hill Valley.

Marty: Yeah, well history is gonna change.

Audition Judge:Next, please.

Marty:Alright, we're the pinheads.

Audition Judge: Okay, that's enough. Now stop the microphone. I'm sorry fellas. I'm afraid you're just too darn loud. Next, please. Where's the next group, please.

Election Van: Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson. Progress is his middle name.

Marty:I'm too loud. I can't believe it. I'm never gonna get a chance to play in front of anybody.

Jennifer: Marty, one rejection isn't the end of the world.

Marty:Nah, I just don't think I'm cut out for music.

Jennifer: But you're good, Marty, you're really good. And this audition tape of your is great, you gotta send it in to the record company. It's like Doc's always saying.

Marty:Yeah I know, If you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything.

Jennifer: That's good advice, Marty.

Marty:Alright, okay Jennifer. What if I send in the tape and they don't like it. I mean, what if they say I'm no good. What if they say, "Get out of here, kid, you got no future." I mean, I just don't think I can take that kind of rejection. Jesus, I'm beginning to sound like my old man.

Jennifer:C'mon, he's not that bad. At least he's letting you borrow the car tomorrow night.

Marty:Check out that four by four. That is hot. Someday, Jennifer, someday. Wouldn't it be great to take that truck up to the lake. Throw a couple of sleeping bags in the back. Lie out under the stars.

Jennifer: Stop it.

Marty: What?

Jennifer: Does your mom know about tomorrow night?

Marty:No, get out of town, my mom thinks I'm going camping with the guys. Well, Jennifer, my mother would freak out if she knew I was going up there with you. And I get this standard lecture about how she never did that kind of stuff when she was a kid. Now look, I think she was born a nun.

Jennifer: She's just trying to keep you respectable.

Marty:Well, she's not doing a very good job.

Jennifer:terrible

Woman:Save the clock tower, save the clock tower. Mayor Wilson is sponsoring an initiative to replace that clock. Thirty years ago, lightning struck that clock tower and the clock hasn't run since. We at the Hill Valley Preservation Society think it should be preserved exactly the way it is as part of our history and heritage.

Marty:Here you go, lady. There's a quarter.

Woman:Thank you, don't forget to take a flyer.

Marty: Right.

Woman:Save the clock tower.

Marty:Where were we.

Jennifer:Right about here.

Jennifer's Dad:Jennifer.

Jennifer: It's my dad.

Marty:Right.

Jennifer: I've gotta go.

Marty: I'll call you tonight.

Jennifer: I'll be at my grandma's. Here, let me give you the number. Bye.

Marty: Perfect, just perfect.

Biff: I can't believe you loaned me your car, without telling me it had a blindspot. I could've been killed.

George: Now, now, Biff, now, I never noticed any blindspot before when I would drive it. Hi, son.

Biff:But, what are you blind McFly, it's there. How else do you explain that wreck out there?

George: Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damage?

Biff: 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?

George: Uh?

Biff: And where's my reports?

George:Uh, well, I haven't finished those up yet, but you know I figured since they weren't due till-

Biff: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?

George: 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?

Biff:Hey, not too early I sleep in on Saturday. Oh, McFly, your shoe's untied. Don't be so gullible, McFly. You got the place fixed up nice, McFly. I have you're car towed all the way to your house and all you've got for me is light beer. What are you looking at, butthead. Say hi to your mom for me.

George:I know what you're gonna say, son, and you're right, you're right, But Biff just happens to be my supervisor, and I'm afraid I'm not very good at confrontations.

Marty:The car, Dad, I mean He wrecked it, totaled 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.

David: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. I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line.

Marty:Uncle Jailbird Joey?

David: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.

David:God dammit, I'm late.

Lorraine: David, watch your mouth. You come here and kiss your mother before you go, come here.

David:C'mon, Mom, make it fast, I'll miss my bus. Hey see you tonight, Pop. Woo, time to change that oil.

Linda:Hey Marty, I'm not your answering service, but you're 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. Like the way I met your father.

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? Your father kissed me for the very first time on that dance floor. It was then I realized I was going to spend the rest of my life with him.

Marty:Hello.

Doc: Marty, you didn't fall asleep, did you?

Marty: Uh Doc, uh no. No, don't be silly.

Doc: Listen, this is very important, I forgot my video camera, could you stop by my place and pick it up on your way to the mall?

Marty: Um, yeah, I'm on my way.

Marty:Einstein, hey Einstein, where's the Doc, boy, huh? 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 deloreon, right?

Doc: Bare with me, Marty, all of your questions will be answered. Roll tape, we'll proceed.

Marty: Doc, is that a de-

Doc: Never mind that now, never mind that now.

Marty:Alright, I'm ready.

Doc: Good evening, I'm Doctor Emmett Brown. I'm standing on the parking lot of Twin Pines Mall. It's Saturday morning, October 26, 1985, 1:18 a.m. and this is temporal experiment number one. C'mon, Einy, hey hey boy, get in there, that a boy, in you go, get down, that's it.

Marty: Whoa, whoa, okay.

Doc: Please note that Einstein's clock is in complete synchronization with my control watch.

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. Not me, the car, the car. If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour, your gonna see some serious shit. Watch this, watch this. Ha, what did I tell you, eighty-eight miles per hour. The temporal displacement occurred at exactly 1:20 a.m. and zero seconds.

Marty: Hot, Jesus Christ, Doc. Jesus Christ, Doc, you disintegrated Einstein.

Doc:Calm down, Marty, I didn't disintegrate anything. The molecular structure of Einstein and the car are completely intact.

Marty: Where the hell are they.

Doc: The appropriate question is, where in the hell are they. Einstein has just become the world's first time traveler. I sent him into the future. One minute into the future to be exact. And at exactly 1:21 a.m. we should catch up with him and the time machine.

Marty: Wait a minute, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that you built a time machine out of a deloreon.

Doc:The way I see it, if you're gonna build a time machine into a car why not do it with some style. Besides, the stainless, steel construction made the flux dispersal- look out.

Marty: What, what is it hot?

Doc:It's cold, damn cold. Ha, ha, ha, Einstein, you little devil. Einstein's clock is exactly one minute behind mine, it's still ticking.

Marty: He's alright.

Doc: He's fine, and he's completely unaware that anything happened. As far as he's concerned the trip was instantaneous. That's why Einstein's watch is exactly one minute behind mine. He skipped over that minute to instantly arrive at this moment in time. Come here, I'll show you how it works. First, you turn the time circuits on. This readout tell you where you're going, this one tells you where you are, this one tells you where you were. You imput the destination time on this keypad. Say, you wanna see the signing of the declaration of independence, or witness the birth or Christ. Here's a red-letter date in the history of science, November 5, 1955. Yes, of course, November 5, 1955.

Marty: What, I don't get what happened.

Doc: That was the day I invented time travel. I remember it vividly. I was standing on the edge of my toilet hanging a clock, the porcelain was wet, I slipped, hit my head on the edge of the sink. And when I came to I had a revelation, a picture, a picture in my head, a picture of this. This is what makes time travel possible. The flux capacitor.

Marty: The flux capacitor.

Doc:It's taken me almost thirty years and my entire family fortune to realize the vision of that day, my God has it been that long. Things have certainly changed around here. I remember when this was all farmland as far as the eye could see. Old man Peabody, owned all of this. He had this crazy idea about breeding pine trees.

Marty: This is uh, this is heavy duty, Doc, this is great. Uh, does it run on regular unleaded gasoline?

Doc: Unfortunately no, it requires something with a little more kick, plutonium.

Marty: Uh, plutonium, wait a minute, are you telling me that this sucker's nuclear?

Doc:Hey, hey, keep rolling, keep rolling there. No, no, no, no, this sucker's electrical. But I need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity that I need.

Marty:Doc, you don't just walk into a store and ask for plutonium. Did you rip this off?

Doc: Of course, from a group of Libyan Nationalists. They wanted me to build them a bomb, so I took their plutonium and in turn gave them a shiny bomb case full of used pinball machine parts.

Marty: Jesus.

Doc: Let's get you into a radiation suit, we must prepare to reload.

Doc: Safe now, everything's let lined. Don't you lose those tapes now, we'll need a record. Wup, wup, I almost forgot my luggage. Who knows if they've got cotton underwear in the future. I'm allergic to all synthetics.

Marty: The future, it's where you're going?

Doc: That's right, twenty five years into the future. I've always dreamed on seeing the future, looking beyond my years, seeing the progress of mankind. I'll also be able to see who wins the next twenty-five world series.

Marty: Uh, Doc.

Doc: Huh?

Marty: Uh, look me up when you get there.

Doc: Indeed I will, roll em. I, Doctor Emmett Brown, am about to embark on an historic journey. What have I been thinking of, I almost forgot to bring some extra plutonium. How did I ever expect to get back, one pallet one trip I must be out of my mind. What is it Einy? Oh my God, they found me, I don't know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty.

Marty: Who, who?

Doc: Who do you think, the Libyans.

Marty: Holy shit.

Doc: Unroll their fire.

Marty: Doc, wait. No, bastards.

Libyan: Go. Go.

Marty: C'mon, more, dammit. Jeez. Let's see if you bastards can do ninety.

Marty: Ahh. Ahh.

Mother: Pa, what is it? What is it, Pa?

Father: Looks like a aeroplane, without wings.

Son: That ain't no aeroplane, look.

Mother & Father: Ahh.

Father: Children.

Marty: Listen, woah. Hello, uh excuse me. Sorry about your barn.

Son:It's already mutated intro human form, shoot it.

Father:Take that you mutated son-of-a-bitch. My pine, why you. You space bastard, you killed a pine.

Marty:Alright, alright, okay McFly, get a grip on yourself. It's all a dream. Just a very intense dream. Whoa, hey, listen, you gotta help me.

Passenger: Don't stop, Wilbert, drive.

Marty: Can't be. This is nuts. Aw, c'mon.

Election Van:Remember, fellas, the future is in your hands. If you believe in progress, re-elect Mayor Red Thomas, progress is his middle name. Mayor Red Thomas's progress platform means more jobs, better education, bigger civic improvements, and lower taxes. On election day, cast your vote for a proven leader, re-elect Mayor Red Thomas...

Marty:this has gotta be a dream.

Lou:Hey kid, what you do, jump ship?

Marty: What?

Lou: What's with the life preserver?

Marty: I just wanna use the phone.

Lou: Yeah, it's in the back.

Marty: Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, great, you're alive.

Marty: Do you know where 1640 Riverside-

Lou: Are you gonna order something, kid?

Marty: Yeah, gimme a Tab.

Lou: Tab? I can't give you a tab unless you order something.

Marty: Right, gimme a Pepsi free.

Lou: You wanna a Pepsi, pall, you're gonna pay for it.

Marty: Well just gimme something without any sugar in it, okay?

Lou: Without any sugar.

Biff: Hey McFly, what do you think you're doing.

Marty: Biff.

Biff: Hey I'm talking to you, McFly, you Irish bug.

George:Oh hey, Biff, hey, guys, how are you doing?

Biff:Yeah, you got my homework finished, McFly?

George:Uh, well, actually, I figured since it wasn't due till Monday-

Biff:Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to recopy it. Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting? I'd get kicked out of school. You wouldn't want that to happen would you, would you?

George: Now, of course not, Biff, now, I wouldn't want that to happen.

Biff:Uh, no, no, no, no. What are you looking at, butt-head?

Skinhead: Hey Biff, check out this guy's life preserver, dork thinks he's gonna drown.

Biff: Yeah, well, how about my homework, McFly?

George: Uh, well, okay Biff, uh, I'll finish that on up tonight and I'll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning.

Biff: Hey not too early I sleep in Sunday's, hey McFly, you're shoe's untied, don't be so gullible, McFly.

George: Okay.

Biff:I don't wanna see you in here again.

George: Yeah, alright, bye-bye. What?

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