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Doc: That's it! They're taking her home, to your future home! We'll arrive shortly thereafter, get her out of there, and go back to 1985. Marty: You mean, I'm gonna see where I live? I'm gonna see myself as an old man? Doc: No, no, no, Marty. That could result in a-- [gasps in shock] Great Scott! Jennifer could conceivably encounter her future self! The consequences of that could be disastrous! Marty: Doc, what do you mean? Doc: I foresee two possibilities. 1: Coming face to face with herself 30 years older would put her into shock and she'd simply pass out. Or 2: The encounter could create a time paradox, the results of which could cause a chain reaction that would unravel the very fabric of the spacetime continuum and destroy the entire universe! Granted, that's a worst-case scenario. The destruction might in fact be very localized, limited to merely our own galaxy. Marty: [alarmed and sarcastically] Well, that's a relief. Doc: [to Marty] Let's go. I sure hope we find Jennifer before

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1985 Jennifer: I'm old! 2015 Jennifer: I'm young! Doc: Marty! Marty! Marty, come quick. Quick.

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Doc: Obviously, the time continuum has been disrupted, creating this new...temporal event sequence resulting in this alternate reality. Marty: English, Doc. Doc: Here, here, here. Let me, uh, let me illustrate. [brings over a chalkboard] Imagine that this line [draws a straight line across the board] represents time. Here's the present, 1985, the future and the past. [writes "Past" on left side, "1985" in the middle, and "F" for Future on the right; points at the area before 1985] Prior to this point in time, somewhere in the past, the timeline [draws another line] skewed into this tangent creating an alternate 1985. [writes 1985A on chalkboard] Alternate to you, me and Einstein, but reality for everyone else. [pulls a small, silver plastic bag out of the DeLorean] Recognize this? It's the bag the sports book came in. I know, because the receipt was still inside. I found them in the time machine...along with this. [shows Marty a small-fisted object] Marty: It's the top of Biff's cane.

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Old Biff: [shows his younger self "Grays Sports Almanac"] Ya see this book? This book tells the future. Tells the results of every major sports event 'til the end of the century. Football, Baseball, Horseraces, Boxing. The information in here is worth millions. And I'm givin' it to you. [passes his younger self the book] Young Biff: [sarcastically] That's very nice. Thank you very much. Now, why don't you make like a tree, [skims through the pages] and get outta here? Old Biff: [smacks his younger self] It's "leave", you idiot! "Make like a tree, and leave"! You sound like a damn fool when you say it wrong! Young Biff: All right, then! [tosses the Almanac aside] Leave! And take your book with ya!

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1955 Doc: Excuse me, sir? [1985 Doc turns and catch a glimpse of his younger self, gasps, and looks away] Yes, you with the hat. 1985 Doc: Who? Me? 1955 Doc: Yeah. Be a pal, and hand me a 5/8-inch wrench out of that toolbox. 1985 Doc: [backs up slowly without turning] 5/8? Uh...don't you mean... [looks to the toolbox] ...3/4? 1955 Doc: [looks again at the bolt measurement] Why, you're right. 1985 Doc: I presume...you're conducting some sort of weather experiment. [hands the wrench to his younger self] 1955 Doc: That's right. How did you know that? 1985 Doc: [checks the cable] Oh, I happened to have had a little experience in this area. 1955 Doc: Yes. [looks up at the sky] Well, I'm hoping to see some lightning tonight, although the weatherman says there's not gonna be any rain. 1985 Doc: [looks to the sky as well] Oh, there’ll be plenty of rain, alright. Wind, thunder, lightning. And it's gonna be one hell of a storm. 1955 Doc: Yeah, well, thanks. Nice talking to you. Maybe we'll bump

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Marty: [reads the letter] "Dear Marty, if my calculations are correct, you will receive this letter immediately after you saw the DeLorean struck by lightning. First, let me assure you that I am alive and well. I've been living happily these past eight months in the year 1885. The lightning bolt that--" [looks at the date in excitement and relief] 1885! September 1885! Western Union Man: Whoa! Wait, kid! What's this all about?! Marty: He's alive! The Doc's alive! He's in the Old West, but he's alive! Western Union Man: Kid, you alright?! You need any help?! Marty: [remembers] There's only one man who can help me!

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Marty: Doc, Doc! [grabs Doc, who shouts in shock] Okay. Okay! Relax, Doc! It's me! It's Marty! Doc: No! It can't be! I just sent you back to the future. Marty: I know. You did send me back to the future, but I'm back. I'm back from the future. Doc: Great Scott! [faints] Marty: Doc? Doc? Doc? Doc! [scoffs] Fantastic.