Where we’re going we don’t need roads

Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads. Wow, you must be rich. Stop it. 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. Yeah well, you shouldn’t drink.

Unfortunately no, it requires something with a little more kick, plutonium. I need fuel. Go ahead, quick, get in the car. Precisely. Look, I’m just not ready to ask Lorraine out to the dance, and not you, nor anybody else on this planet is gonna make me change my mind. 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.

Actually, people call me Marty. Marty, you’re beginning to sound just like my mother. So tell me, future boy, who’s president of the United States in 1985? Please, Marty, don’t tell me, no man should know too much about their own destiny. Wrecked? When did this happen and-

Yeah. No, no, George, look, it’s just an act, right? Okay, so 9:00 you’re strolling through the parking lot, you see us struggling in the car, you walk up, you open the door and you say, your line, George. 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. Your, your right. No, Biff, you leave her alone.

Okay, real mature guys. Okay, Biff, will you pick up my books? Oh, uh, hey you, get your damn hands off her. Do you really think I oughta swear? That’s right, he’s gonna be mayor. 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? Just relax now Calvin, you’ve got a big bruise on you’re head.

You’ll find out in thirty years. Which one’s your pop? Listen, Doc, you know there’s something I haven’t told you about the night we made that tape. Will you take care of that? Go.