Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.
Great Scott!
I guess you guys aren’t ready for that yet. But your kids are gonna love it.
If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.
Your future hasn’t been written yet. No one’s has. Your future is whatever you make it, so make it a good one.
I’m about to be a time machine.
You’re mad, scientist. But I’m a genius!
I refuse to accept the reality!
You don’t just walk into a store and buy plutonium!
What’s the matter? You chicken?
Nobody calls me chicken!
It’s a time machine, not a god of thunder.
If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour… you’re gonna see some serious shit.
I’m not very good at goodbyes.
Whoa, this is heavy.
Doc, you don’t just walk into a store and buy a hoverboard.
I think you’re just upset because your mom likes me better.
I’m a time traveler. Or I was.
Hello? Anybody home?
I have to tell you about the future!
I’m your density.
One point twenty-one gigawatts!
There’s that word again, ‘heavy.’ Why are things so heavy in the future? Is there a problem with the Earth’s gravitational pull?
What’s the matter, McFly? Chicken?
I guess you’re just not ready for that yet. But your kids are gonna love it.
Nixon? How could you want to marry me at a time like this?
This is heavy-duty, Doc. This is great.
You know, Doc, it’s just occurred to me that I’m really gonna miss you.
I’m not sure that’s science, Doc.
I can’t play.
Nobody calls me ‘Mad Dog,’ especially not some duded-up, egg-sucking, gutter trash.
This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is going to strike the clock tower at precisely 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night.
If we’re gonna be the band, we’re gonna need a big name.
Ronald Reagan?! The actor?
I figured, what the hell.
That’s why they call it a time machine.
Don’t worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88 miles per hour, the instant the lightning strikes the tower, everything will be fine.
I don’t want to see you in here again.
Oh, my God! They found me. I don’t know how, but they found me.
We’re doing the impossible.
I’ve never seen purple underwear before, Calvin.
You’re my only hope, Doc.
It’s not gonna be a soft landing!
The future is whatever you make it, so make it a good one!
Wait a minute, Doc. Are you telling me you built a time machine… out of a DeLorean?
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