Back to the Future Page #4

Sam:
What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age.

Stella:
Don't pay any attention to him, he's in one of his moods. Sam,

quit fiddling with that

thing, come in here to dinner. Now let's see, you already know Lorraine,

this is Milton, this is

Sally, that's Toby, and over there in the playpen is little baby Joey.

Marty:
So you're my Uncle Joey. Better get used to these bars, kid.

Stella:
yes, Joey just loves being in his playpen. he cries whenever we

take him out so we just

leave him in there all the time. Well Marty, I hope you like meatloaf.

Marty:
Well, uh, listen, uh, I really-

Lorraine:
Sit here, Marty.

Stella:
Sam, quit fiddling with that thing and come in here and eat your

dinner.

Sam:
Ho ho ho, look at it roll. Now we could watch Jackie Gleason while

we eat.

Lorraine:
Our first television set, Dad just picked it up today. Do you

have a television?

Marty:
Well yeah, you know we have two of them.

Milton:
Wow, you must be rich.

Stella:
Oh honey, he's teasing you, nobody has two television sets.

Marty:
Hey, hey, I've seen this one, I've seen this one. This is a

classic, this is where Ralph

dresses up as the man from space.

Milton:
What do you mean you've seen this, it's brand new.

Marty:
Yeah well, I saw it on a rerun.

Milton:
What's a rerun?

Marty:
You'll find out.

Stella:
You know Marty, you look so familiar, do I know your mother?

Marty:
Yeah, I think maybe you do.

Stella:
Oh, then I wanna give her a call, I don't want her to worry

about you.

Marty:
You can't, uh, that is, uh, nobody's home.

Stella:
Oh.

Marty:
Yet.

Stella:
Oh.

Marty:
Uh listen, do you know where Riverside Drive is?

Sam:
It's uh, the other end of town, a block past Maple.

Marty:
A block passed Maple, that's John F. Kennedy Drive.

Sam:
Who the hell is John F. Kennedy?

Lorraine:
Mother, with Marty's parents out of town, don't you think he

oughta spend the night,

after all, Dad almost killed him with the car.

Stella:
That's true, Marty, I think you should spend the night. I think

you're our responsibility.

Marty:
Well gee, I don't know.

Lorraine:
And he could sleep in my room.

Marty:
I gotta go, uh, I gotta go. Thanks very much, it was wonderful,

you were all great. See

you all later, much later.

Stella:
He's a very strange young man.

Sam:
he's an idiot, comes from upbringing, parents were probably idiots

too. Lorraine, if you

ever have a kid like that, I'll disown you.

Marty:
Doc?

Doc:
Don't say a word.

Marty:
Doc.

Doc:
I don't wanna know your name. I don't wanna know anything anything

about you.

Marty:
Listen, Doc.

Doc:
Quiet.

Marty:
Doc, Doc, it's me, Marty.

Doc:
Don't tell me anything.

Marty:
Doc, you gotta help-

Doc:
Quiet, quiet. I'm gonna read your thoughts. Let's see now, you've

come from a great

distance?

Marty:
Yeah, exactly.

Doc:
Don't tell me. Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to the

Saturday Evening Post?

Marty:
No.

Doc:
Not a word, not a word, not a word now. Quiet, uh, donations, you

want me to make a

donation to the coast guard youth auxiliary?

Marty:
Doc, I'm from the future. I came here in a time machine that you

invented. Now, I need

your help to get back to the year 1985.

Doc:
My god, do you know what this means? It means that this damn thing

doesn't work at all.

Marty:
Doc, you gotta help me. you were the only one who knows how your

time machine

works.

Doc:
Time machine, I haven't invented any time machine.

Marty:
Okay, alright, I'll prove it to you. Look at my driver's license,

expires 1987. Look at my

birthday, for crying out load I haven't even been born yet. And, look at

this picture, my brother,

my sister, and me. Look at the sweatshirt, Doc, class of 1984.

Doc:
Pretty Mediocre photographic fakery, they cut off your brother's

hair.

Marty:
I'm telling the truth, Doc, you gotta believe me.

Doc:
So tell me, future boy, who's president of the United States in

1985?

Marty:
Ronald Reagon.

Doc:
Ronald Reagon, the actor? Then who's vice president, Jerry Lewis? I

suppose Jane

Wymann is the first lady.

Marty:
Whoa, wait, Doc.

Doc:
And Jack Benny is secretary of the Treasury.

Marty:
Look, you gotta listen to me.

Doc:
I got enough practical jokes for one evening. Good night, future

boy.

Marty:
No wait, Doc, the bruise, the bruise on your head, I know how

that happened, you told

me the whole story. you were standing on your toilet and you were

hanging a clock, and you

fell, and you hit your head on the sink, and that's when you came up

with the idea for the flux

capacitor, which makes time travel possible.

Marty:
Something wrong with the starter, so I hid it.

Doc:
After I fell off my toilet, I drew this.

Marty:
Flux capacitor.

Doc:
It works, ha ha ha ha, it works. I finally invent something that

works.

Marty:
Bet your ass it works.

Doc:
Well, now we gotta sneak this back into my laboratory, we've gotta

get you home.

Marty:
Okay Doc, this is it.

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

mind-

Doc:
Why that's me, look at me, I'm an old man.

TV Doc:
Good evening, I'm Doctor Emmet Brown, I'm standing here on the

parking lot of-

Doc:
Thank god I still got my hair. What on Earth is that thing I'm

wearing?

Marty:
Well, this is a radiation suit.

Doc:
Radiation suit, of course, cause all of the fall out from the

atomic wars. This is truly

amazing, a portable television studio. No wonder your president has to

be an actor, he's gotta

look good on television.

Marty:
whoa, this is it, this is the part coming up, Doc.

TV Doc:
No no no this sucker's electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction

to generate the one point

twenty-one gigawatts of electricity-

Doc:
What did I just say?

TV Doc:
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.

Doc:
One point twenty-one gigawatts. One point twenty-one gigawatts.

Great Scott.

Marty:
What the hell is a gigawatt?

Doc:
How could I have been so careless. One point twenty-one gigawatts.

Tom, how am I

gonna generate that kind of power, it can't be done, it can't.

Marty:
Doc, look, all we need is a little plutonium.

Doc:
I'm sure that in 1985, plutonium is available at every corner drug

store, but in 1955, it's a

little hard to come by. Marty, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you're stuck

here.

Marty:
whoa, whoa Doc, stuck here, I can't be stuck here, I got a life

in 1985. I got a girl.

Doc:
Is she pretty?

Marty:
Doc, she's beautiful. She's crazy about me. Look at this, look

what she wrote me, Doc.

That says it all. Doc, you're my only hope.

Doc:
Marty, I'm sorry, but the only power source capable of generating

one point twenty-one

gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning.

Marty:
What did you say?

Doc:
A bolt of lightning, unfortunately, you never know when or where

it's ever gonna strike.

Marty:
We do now.

Doc:
This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of

lightning is gonna strike the clock

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