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Marty: [to Jennifer] You know, this time it wasn't my fault. The Doc set all his clocks 25 minutes slow. Strickland: [suddenly appearing from behind] "Doc"? Am I to understand you're still hanging around with Dr. Emmett Brown, McFly? Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk. Tardy slip for you Miss Parker. And one for you, McFly. I believe that makes four in a row. Now let me give you a nickel's worth of free advice, young man. This so-called Dr. Brown is dangerous; he's a real nutcase. You hang around with him, you're gonna end up in big trouble. Marty: [sarcastically] Oh, yes, sir. Strickland: You got a real attitude problem, McFly. You're a slacker. You remind me of your father when he went here. He was a slacker, too. Marty: Can I go now, Mr. Strickland? Strickland: I noticed your band is on the roster for the dance auditions after school today. Why even bother, McFly? You don't have a chance. You're too much like your old man. No McFly ever amounted to anything in the history of Hill Valley! Marty: Ye

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Marty: "Too loud". I can't believe it. I'm never gonna get a chance to play in front of anybody. Jennifer: Marty, one rejection isn't the end of the world. Marty: Nah, I just don't think I'm cut out for music. Jennifer: But you're good, Marty, you're really good. And this audition tape of yours is great, you gotta send it in to the record company. It's like Doc's always saying. Marty: Yeah. I know, I know. "If you put your mind to it, you could accomplish anything." Jennifer: That's good advice, Marty. Marty: Alright, okay, Jennifer. What if I send in the tape and they don't like it? I mean, what if they say I'm no good? What if they say, "Get outta here, kid, you got no future." I mean, I just don't think I can take that kind of rejection. (sighs) Jesus, I'm beginning to sound like my old man.

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Lorraine: [about Jennifer] I don't like her, Marty. Any girl who just calls up a boy is just asking for trouble. Linda: Oh, Mom, there's nothing wrong with calling a boy. Lorraine: I think it's terrible; Girls chasing boys. When I was your age, I never chased a boy or called a boy or sat in a parked car with a boy. Linda: Then how am I supposed to ever meet anybody? Lorraine: Well, it will just happen, like the way I met your father. Linda: That was so stupid! Grandpa hit him with the car. Lorraine: [wistfully] It was meant to be. Anyway, if Grandpa hadn't hit him, then none of you would have been born. Linda: Yeah, well, I still don't understand what Dad was doing in the middle of the street. Lorraine: What was it, George? Birdwatching? George: [distracted, not really listening] What, Lorraine? What? Lorraine: Anyway, your grandpa hit him with the car and brought him into the house. He seemed so helpless, like a little lost puppy. And my heart just went out to him. Linda: Yeah, Mom, w

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Doc: Ha! What did I tell you?! 88 MILES PER HOUR! The temporal displacement occurred exactly 1:20 A.M. and zero seconds! Marty: Ah, Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ, Doc, you disintegrated Einstein! Doc: Calm down, Marty! [takes down notes] I didn't disintegrate anything! The molecular structure of both Einstein and the car are completely intact. Marty: Then, where the hell are they?! Doc: The appropriate question is, "When the hell are they?"! You see, Einstein has just become the world's first time-traveler! I sent him into the future. One minute into the future, to be exact. And at precisely 1:21 A.M. and zero seconds, we shall catch up with him and the time machine! Marty: Wait a minute. Wait a minute Doc, uh, are you telling me you built a time machine... out of a DeLorean? Doc: The way I see it, if you're gonna build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style? Besides, the stainless-steel construction made the flux dispersal-- [his watch beeps] Look out! [the Delorean rea

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Lou: Are you gonna order somethin’, kid? Marty: Yeah, gimme a Tab. Lou: Tab? I can't give you a tab unless you order somethin'. Marty: Right, gimme a Pepsi Free. Lou: You wanna a Pepsi, pal, you're gonna pay for it. Marty: Well just gimme somethin’ without any sugar in it, okay? Lou: Without any sugar.

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Goldie: Say, why do you let those boys push you around like that for? George: Well, they're bigger than me. Goldie: Stand tall, boy, have some respect for yourself. Don't you know that if you let people walk all over you now, they'll be walkin' all over you for the rest of your life? Listen to me. Do you think I'm gonna spend the rest of my life in this slop house? Lou: [sternly] Watch it, Goldie. Goldie: No, sir, I'm gonna make somethin' out of myself, I'm goin' to night school and one day I'm gonna be somebody. Marty: That's right, he's gonna be mayor. Goldie: Yeah, I'm- [likes what he hears] mayor. Now that's a good idea. I could run for mayor. Lou: A colored mayor, that'll be the day. Goldie: You wait and see, Mr. Caruthers, I will be mayor and I'll be the most powerful mayor in the history of Hill Valley, and I'm gonna clean up this town. Lou: Good, you can start by sweepin' the floor. Goldie: [Picks up George's bowl and walks away] Mayor Goldie Wilson, I like the sound of that.

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