About 30 years, it’s a nice round number. Who are you? Mom, Dad. My name’s Lorraine, Lorraine Baines. Stand tall, boy, have some respect for yourself. Don’t you know that if you let people walk all over you know, they’ll be walking 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?
Marty, why are you so nervous? Hot, Jesus Christ, Doc. Jesus Christ, Doc, you disintegrated Einstein. Yeah. Oh. It’s already mutated into human form, shoot it.
What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age. Don’t stop, Wilbert, drive. Listen, this is very important, I forgot my video camera, could you stop by my place and pick it up on your way to the mall? And where’s my reports? You extol me with a lot of confidence, Doc.
Pretty Mediocre photographic fakery, they cut off your brother’s hair. What about George? Whoa, whoa, Biff, what’s that? Hey, George, buddy, you weren’t at school, what have you been doing all day? Let’s put him in there.
Oh, then I wanna give her a call, I don’t want her to worry about you. Good, I’ll see you tonight. Don’t forget, now, 1:15 a.m., Twin Pines Mall. No sir, I’m gonna make something out of myself, I’m going to night school and one day I’m gonna be somebody. Like I always told you, if you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything. Don’t tell me anything.
Breakfast. Jesus. Oh, yeah, yeah. Children. Excuse me.