Back to the Future Page #7

Doc:
Oh no, don't touch that. That's some new specialized weather

sensing equipment.

Cop:
You got a permit for that?

Doc:
Of course I do. Just a second, let's see if I could find it.

Marty:
Do you mind if we park for a while?

Loraine:
That's a great idea. I'd love to park.

Marty:
Huh?

Loraine:
Well, Marty, I'm almost eighteen-years-old, it's not like I've

never parked before.

Marty:
What?

Loraine:
Marty, you seem so nervous, is something wrong?

Marty:
No no. Loraine, Loraine, what are you doing?

Loraine:
I swiped it from the old lady's liquor cabinet.

Marty:
Yeah well, you shouldn't drink.

Loraine:
Why not?

Marty:
Because, you might regret it later in life.

Loraine:
Marty, don't be such a square. Everybody who's anybody drinks.

Marty:
Jesus, you smoke too?

Loraine:
Marty, you're beginning to sound just like my mother.

Marvin Barry:
We're gonna take a little break but we'll be back in a

while so, don't nobody go

no where.

Loraine:
Marty, why are you so nervous?

Marty:
Loraine, have you ever, uh, been in a situation where you know

you had to act a certain

way but when you got there, you didn't know if you could go through with

it?

Loraine:
Oh, you mean how you're supposed to act on a first date.

Marty:
Ah well, sort of.

Loraine:
I think I know exactly what you mean.

Marty:
You do?

Loraine:
You know what I do in those situations?

Marty:
What?

Loraine:
I don't worry. this is all wrong. I don't know what it is but

when I kiss you, it's like

kissing my brother. I guess that doesn't make any sense, does it?

Marty:
Well, you mean, it makes perfect sense.

Biff:
You cost three-hundred buck damage to my car, you son-of-a-b*tch.

And I'm gonna take it

out of your ass. Hold him.

Loraine:
Let him go, Biff, you're drunk.

Biff:
Well looky what we have here. No no no, you're staying right here

with me.

Loraine:
Stop it.

Biff:
C'mon.

Loraine:
Stop it.

Biff:
C'mon.

Marty:
Leave her alone, you bastard.

Biff:
You guys, take him in back and I'll be right there. Well c'mon,

this ain't no peep show.

Skinhead:
Let's put him in there.

3-D:
Yeah.

Skinhead:
That's for messing up my hair.

Starlighter:
The hell you doing to my car?

3-D:
Hey beat it, spook, this don't concern you.

Marvin Barry:
Who are you calling spook, pecker-wood.

Skinhead:
Hey, hey listen guys. Look, I don't wanna mess with no reefer

addicts, okay?

Marty:
C'mon, open up, let me out of here, Yo.

Marvin Barry:
Lorenzo, where're you keys?

Marty:
The keys are in the trunk.

Marvin Barry:
Say that again.

Marty:
I said the keys are in here.

George:
Hey you, get your damn hands off, oh.

Biff:
I think you got the wrong car, McFly.

Loraine:
George, help me, please.

Biff:
Just turn around, McFly, and walk away. Are you deaf, McFly? Close

the door and beat it.

George:
No, Biff, you leave her alone.

Biff:
Alright, McFly, you're asking for it, and now you're gonna get it.

Loraine:
Biff, stop it. Biff, you're breaking his arm. Biff, stop.

Marvin Barry:
Give me a hand, Lorenzo. Ow, dammit, man, I sliced my

hand.

Marty:
Who's are these?

Starlighter:
Thanks, thanks a lot.

Loraine:
You're gonna break his arm. Biff, leave him alone. Let him go.

Let him go.

George:
Are you okay?

Girlfriend:
Who is that guy.

Boyfriend:
That's George McFly.

Girlfriend:
That's George McFly?

Marty:
Excuse me.

Doc:
The storm.

Marty:
Hey guys, you gotta get back in there and finish the dance.

Starlighter:
Hey man, look at Marvin's hand. He can't play with his

hands like that, and we

can't play without him.

Marty:
Yeah well look, Marvin, Marvin, you gotta play. See that's where

they kiss for the first

time on the dance floor. And if there's no music, they can't dance, and

if they can't dance, they

can't kiss, and if they can't kiss, they can't fall in love and I'm

history.

Marvin Barry:
Hey man, the dance is over. Unless you know someone else

who could play the

guitar.

Marvin Barry:
This is for all you lovers out there.

Loraine:
George, aren't you gonna kiss me?

George:
I, I don't know.

Obnoxious Kid:
Scram, McFly.

Starlighter:
Hey boy, are you alright?

Marty:
I can't play.

Loraine:
George. George.

Marty:
George.

George:
Excuse me.

Marvin Barry:
Yeah man, that was good. Let's do another one.

Marty:
Uh, well, I gotta go.

Marvin Barry:
C'mon man, let's do something that really cooks.

Marty:
Something that really cooks. Alright, alright this is an oldie,

but uh, it's an oldie where I

come from. Alright guys, let's do some blues riff in b, watch me for the

changes, and uh, try and

keep up, okay.

Boyfriend:
Hey George, heard you laid out Biff, nice going.

Girlfriend:
George: you ever think of running for class president?

Marvin Barry:
John, John, its' your cousin. Your cousin Marvin Barry,

you know that new

sound you're lookin for, well listen to this.

Marty:
I guess you guys aren't ready for that yet. But your kids are

gonna love it.

Marty:
Loraine.

Loraine:
Marty, that was very interesting music.

Marty:
Uh, yeah.

Loraine:
I hope you don't mind but George asked if he could take me

home.

Marty:
Great good, good, Loraine, I had a feeling about you two.

Loraine:
I have a feeling too.

Marty:
Listen, I gotta go but I wanted to tell you that it's been

educational.

Loraine:
Marty, will we ever see you again?

Marty:
I guarantee it.

George:
Well, Marty, I want to thank you for all your good advise, I'll

never forget it.

Marty:
Right, George. Well, good luck you guys. Oh, one other thing, if

you guys ever have

kids and one of them when he's eight years old, accidentally sets fire

to the living room rug, be

easy on him.

George:
Okay.

Loraine:
Marty, such a nice name.

Doc:
Damn, where is that kid. Damn. Damn damn. You're late, do you have

no concept of

time?

Marty:
Hey c'mon, I had to change, you think I'm going back in that zoot

suit? The old man

really came through it worked.

Doc:
What?

Marty:
He laid out Biff in one punch. I never knew he had it in him. He

never stood up to Biff in

his life.

Doc:
Never?

Marty:
No, why, what's a matter?

Doc:
Alright, let's set your destination time. This is the exact time

you left. I'm gonna send you

back at exactly the same time. It's be like you never left. Now, I

painted a white line on the

street way over there, that's where you start from. I've calculated the

distance and wind

resistance fresh to active from the moment the lightning strikes, at

exactly 7 minutes and 22

seconds. When this alarm goes off you hit the gas.

Marty:
Right.

Doc:
Well, I guess that's everything.

Marty:
Thanks.

Doc:
Thank you. In about thirty years.

Marty:
I hope so.

Doc:
Don't worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook

at precisely 88 miles

per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will

be fine.

Marty:
Right.

Doc:
What's the meaning of this.

Marty:
You'll find out in thirty years.

Doc:
It's about the future, isn't it?

Marty:
Wait a minute.

Doc:
It's information about the future isn't it. I warned you about this

kid. The consequences

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