Uh, coast guard. Alright, alright, okay McFly, get a grip on yourself. It’s all a dream. Just a very intense dream. Woh, hey, listen, you gotta help me. Good, you could start by sweeping the floor. It’s my dad. The flux capacitor.
Never? 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. Unroll their fire. Yeah, it’s in the back. Can’t be. This is nuts. Aw, c’mon.
Well that’s your name, isn’t it? Calvin Klein. it’s written all over your underwear. Oh, I guess they call you Cal, huh? Yeah, but you’re uh, you’re so, you’re so thin. Uh, well, actually, I figured since it wasn’t due till Monday- That’s George McFly. Hot, Jesus Christ, Doc. Jesus Christ, Doc, you disintegrated Einstein.
Uh, stories, science fiction stories, about visitors coming down to Earth from another planet. What? George: you ever think of running for class president? Well, they’re bigger than me. You want it, you know you want it, and you know you want me to give it to you.
Why not? 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? C’mon, more, dammit. Jeez. Holy shit. Let’s see if you bastards can do ninety. Good morning, Mom. Oh, Marty, I almost forgot, Jennifer Parker called. 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.
You got a real attitude problem, McFly. You’re a slacker. You remind me of you father when he went her, he was a slacker too. I can’t play. Sit here, Marty. Leave me alone. No sir, I’m gonna make something out of myself, I’m going to night school and one day I’m gonna be somebody.