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. Wrecked? When did this happen and- I think you got the wrong car, McFly. Cause, George, she wants to go to the dance with you, she just doesn’t know it yet. That’s why we got to show her that you, George McFly, are a fighter. You’re somebody who’s gonna stand up for yourself, someone who’s gonna protect her. Uh, coast guard.
Hey Marty, I’m not your answering service, but you’re outside pouting about the car, Jennifer Parker called you twice. I will. God dammit, I’m late. No, fine, no , good, fine, good. What did you say?
Alright, we’re the pinheads. What, right here right now in the cafeteria? What if she said no? I don’t know if I could take that kind of rejection. Besides, I think she’d rather go with somebody else. Oh. What? No, get out of town, my mom thinks I’m going camping with the guys. Well, Jennifer, my mother would freak out if she knew I was going up there with you. And I get this standard lecture about how she never did that kind of stuff when she was a kid. Now look, I think she was born a nun.
Ho, you mean you’re gonna touch her on her- Uh, well, I haven’t finished those up yet, but you know I figured since they weren’t due till- Believe me, Marty, you’re better off not having to worry about all the aggravation and headaches of playing at that dance. Listen, Doc, you know there’s something I haven’t told you about the night we made that tape. What’s that thing he’s on?
Of course, the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance they’re supposed to go to this, that’s where they kiss for the first time. Yeah, gimme a Tab. My name’s Lorraine, Lorraine Baines. This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is gonna strike the clock tower precisely at 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night. If we could somehow harness this bolt of lightning, channel it into the flux capacitor, it just might work. Next Saturday night, we’re sending you back to the future. Pretty Mediocre photographic fakery, they cut off your brother’s hair.
Ahh. Damn. I’m late for school. Just relax now Calvin, you’ve got a big bruise on you’re head. 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. Alright, punk, now-