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Morning, sleepyhead

No, Biff, you leave her alone. Ahh. Oh. Why thank you, Marty. George. Good morning, sleepyhead, Good morning, Dave, Lynda And Jack Benny is secretary of the Treasury.

He’s a peeping tom. Dad. We’re gonna take a little break but we’ll be back in a while so, don’t nobody go no where. Who? Quiet, quiet. I’m gonna read your thoughts. Let’s see now, you’ve come from a great distance? 1955? You’re my ma- you’re my ma.

Yes, definitely, god-dammit George, swear. Okay, so now, you come up, you punch me in the stomach, I’m out for the count, right? And you and Lorraine live happily ever after. Uh, well, I gotta go. Are you gonna order something, kid? Right. Erased from existence.

This is more serious than I thought. Apparently your mother is amorously infatuated with you instead of your father. Thanks. 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. Yeah well, you shouldn’t drink. 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.

Are you sure about this storm? Actually, people call me Marty. What the hell is a gigawatt? Say, why do you let those boys push you around like that? What, I don’t get what happened.

Hello. 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. Yeah Mom, we know, you’ve told us this story a million times. You felt sorry for him so you decided to go with him to The Fish Under The Sea Dance. About how far ahead are you going? Well, Biff.

Right. Lou, gimme a milk, chocolate. Lorraine, my density has popped me to you. Marty, you didn’t fall asleep, did you? Oh Mom, there’s nothing wrong with calling a boy. They’re late. My experiment worked. They’re all exactly twenty-five minutes slow. I haven’t

What Lorraine, what? Alright, I’m ready.

I can’t believe you loaned me a car, without telling me it had a blindspot. I could’ve been killed. What? Ah well, sort of.

Working. Crazy drunk drivers. Quiet down, I’m sure the car is fine. 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. You got a permit for that?

Wow, you must be rich. Alright, I’m ready. Yeah. Leave her alone, you bastard. No no no no no, Marty, both you and Jennifer turn out fine. It’s your kids, Marty, something has got to be done about your kids.

Oh, you mean how you’re supposed to act on a first date. Why not? I had a horrible nightmare, dreamed I went back in time, it was terrible. Oh, hi , Marty. I didn’t hear you come in. Fascinating device, this video unit. What, what, ma?

That’s true, Marty, I think you should spend the night. I think you’re our responsibility. Of course, the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance they’re supposed to go to this, that’s where they kiss for the first time. Um, well it’s a delorean, right? Perfect, just perfect. Hey, hey, Doc, where are you?

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