Ammoniak & Syntheseherstellung
You have this thing hooked up to the car? Marty, will we ever see you again? Over there, on my hope chest. I’ve never seen purple underwear before, Calvin. C’mon, c’mon. What did I just say?
Oh. You’re gonna break his arm. Biff, leave him alone. Let him go. Let him go. 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? Our first television set, Dad just picked it up today. Do you have a television? Look, George, I’m telling you George, if you do not ask Lorraine to that dance, I’m gonna regret it for the rest of my life.
Doc, she didn’t even look at him. Unroll their fire. Oh. You know Marty, you look so familiar, do I know your mother? He’s absolutely right, Marty. the last thing you need is headaches.
Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson. Progress is his middle name. Oh. Marty, I always wear a suit to the office. You alright? Uh, Doc. Einstein, hey Einstein, where’s the Doc, boy, huh? Doc
Oh, thank you, thank you. Okay now, we run some industrial strength electrical cable from the top of the clocktower down to spreading it over the street between two lamp posts. Meanwhile, we out-fitted the vehicle with this big pole and hook which runs directly into the flux-capacitor. At the calculated moment, you start off from down the street driving toward the cable execrating to eighty-eight miles per hour. According to the flyer, at !0:04 pm lightning will strike the clocktower sending one point twenty-one gigawatts into the flux-capacitor, sending you back to 1985. Alright now, watch this. You wind up the car and release it, I’ll simulate the lightening. Ready, set, release. Huhh. Where? Marty, you’re beginning to sound just like my mother. Marty, that’s completely out of the question, you must not leave this house. you must not see anybody or talk to anybody. Anything you do could have serious repercussions on future events. Do you understand? Oh, uh, this is my Doc, Uncle, Brown.
No sir, I’m gonna make something out of myself, I’m going to night school and one day I’m gonna be somebody. It was meant to be. Anyway, if Grandpa hadn’t hit him, then none of you would have been born. Uh, look me up when you get there. That’s a big bruise you have there. 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.