Back to the Future

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...

Television:
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 god 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 own 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.

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 a 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

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