One point twenty-one gigawatts. One point twenty-one gigawatts. Great Scott. Why is she gonna get angry with you? Remember, fellas, the future is in your hands. If you believe in progress, re-elect Mayor Red Thomas, progress is his middle name. Mayor Red Thomas’s progress platform means more jobs, better education, bigger civic improvements, and lower taxes. On election day, cast your vote for a proven leader, re-elect Mayor Red Thomas… Next, please. Uh, stories, science fiction stories, about visitors coming down to Earth from another planet.

Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson. Progress is his middle name. Shape up, man. You’re a slacker. You wanna be a slacker for the rest of your life? What’s with the life preserver? Oh, if Paul calls me tell him I’m working at the boutique late tonight. Hey George, heard you laid out Biff, nice going.

Hey, not too early I sleep in on Saturday. Oh, McFly, your shoe’s untied. Don’t be so gullible, McFly. You got the place fixed up nice, McFly. I have you’re car towed all the way to your house and all you’ve got for me is light beer. What are you looking at, butthead. Say hi to your mom for me. Uh, well, I gotta go. Wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future? What do we become assholes or something? You know Marty, I’m gonna be very sad to see you go. You’ve really mad a difference in my life, you’ve given me something to shoot for. Just knowing, that I’m gonna be around to se 1985, that I’m gonna succeed in this. That I’m gonna have a chance to travel through time. It’s going to be really hard waiting 30 years before I could talk to you about everything that’s happened in the past few days. I’m really gonna miss you, Marty. Does your mom know about tomorrow night?

Oh, oh a rematch, why, were you cheating? Marty, you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in a week. Hello. Keys? Damn, where is that kid. Damn. Damn damn. You’re late, do you have no concept of time?

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Anyway, Grandpa hit him with the car and brought him into the house. He seemed so helpless, like a little lost puppy, my heart just went out for him. Listen, woh. Hello, uh excuse me. Sorry about your barn. Never mind that, never mind that now, never mind that, never mind- Um, yeah, I’m on my way. Marty, you made it.

Oh. Is she pretty? Save the clock tower. Look me up when you get there, guess I’ll be about 47. Look, there’s a rhythmic ceremonial ritual coming up.

Where the hell are they. Oh. Oh, I’ve been so worried about you ever since you ran off the other night. Are you okay? I’m sorry I have to go. Isn’t he a dream boat? Biff. Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damage?

Ah, honey, your first novel. Listen, Doc. 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. Listen, Doc, you know there’s something I haven’t told you about the night we made that tape. Yet.

You can’t, uh, that is, uh, nobody’s home. Perfect, just perfect. I haven’t Um, well it’s a delorean, right? Yeah, alright, bye-bye. What?

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Keys? What kind of date? I don’t know, what do kids do in the fifties? No. Marty, you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in a week. Well, safe and sound, now, n good old 1955.

No, Marty, we’ve already agreed that having information about the future could be extremely dangerous. Even if your intentions are good, they could backfire drastically. Whatever you’ve got to tell me I’ll find out through the natural course of time. It works, ha ha ha ha, it works. I finally invent something that works. I’m sure that in 1985, plutonium is available at every corner drug store, but in 1955, it’s a little hard to come by. Marty, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’re stuck here. Biff, stop it. Biff, you’re breaking his arm. Biff, stop. Oh.

That’s George McFly? The keys are in the trunk. Uh, well, I gotta go. this has gotta be a dream. Kids, we’re gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves, Uncle Joey didn’t make parole again. I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line.