Back to the Future Page #3

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 sh*t.

Doc:
Unroll their fire.

Marty:
Doc, wait. No, bastards.

Libyan:
Go. Go.

Marty:
C'mon, more, dammit. Jeez. Holy sh*t. 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 airplane, without wings.

Son:
That ain't no airplane, look.

Mother & Father: Ahh.

Father:
Children.

Marty:
Listen, woh. 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-b*tch. 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. Woh, 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. 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 your

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?

Marty:
You're George McFly.

George:
Yeah, who are you?

Goldie:
Say, why do you let those boys push you around like that?

George:
Well, they're bigger than me.

Goldie:
Stand tall, boy, have some respect for yourself. Don't you know

that if you let people

walk all over you know, they'll be walking all over you for the rest of

your life? Listen to me, do

you think I'm gonna spend the rest of my life in this slop house?

Lou:
Watch it, Goldie.

Goldie:
No sir, I'm gonna make something out of myself, I'm going to

night school and one day

I'm gonna be somebody.

Marty:
That's right, he's gonna be mayor.

Goldie:
Yeah, I'm- mayor. Now that's a good idea. I could run for mayor.

Lou:
A colored mayor, that'll be the day.

Goldie:
You wait and see, Mr. Caruthers, I will be mayor and I'll be the

most powerful mayor in

the history of Hill Valley, and I'm gonna clean up this town.

Lou:
Good, you could start by sweeping the floor.

Goldie:
Mayor Goldie Wilson, I like the sound of that.

Marty:
Hey Dad, George, hey, you on the bike.

Marty:
He's a peeping tom. Dad.

Sam:
Hey wait, wait a minute, who are you? Stella, another one of these

damn kids jumped in

front of my car. Come on out here, help me take him in the house.

Marty:
Mom, is that you?

Lorraine:
There, there, now, just relax. You've been asleep for almost

nine hours now.

Marty:
I had a horrible nightmare, dreamed I went back in time, it was

terrible.

Lorraine:
Well, safe and sound, now, n good old 1955.

Marty:
1955? You're my ma- you're my ma.

Lorraine:
My name's Lorraine, Lorraine Baines.

Marty:
Yeah, but you're uh, you're so, you're so thin.

Lorraine:
Just relax now Calvin, you've got a big bruise on you're head.

Marty:
Ah, where're my pants?

Lorraine:
Over there, on my hope chest. I've never seen purple underwear

before, Calvin.

Marty:
Calvin, why do you keep calling me Calvin?

Lorraine:
Well that's your name, isn't it? Calvin Klein. it's written

all over your underwear. Oh,

I guess they call you Cal, huh?

Marty:
Actually, people call me Marty.

Lorraine:
Oh, pleased to meet you, Calvin Marty Klein. Do you mind if I

sit here?

Marty:
No, fine, no , good, fine, good.

Lorraine:
That's a big bruise you have there.

Marty:
Ah.

Stella:
Lorraine, are you up there?

Lorraine:
My god, it's my mother. Put your pants back on.

Stella:
So tell me, Marty, how long have you been in port?

Marty:
Excuse me.

Stella:
Yeah, I guessed you're a sailor, aren't you, that's why you wear

that life preserver.

Marty:
Uh, coast guard.

Stella:
Sam, here's the young man you hit with your car out there. He's

alright, thank god.

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