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children.
DAVID: Goddamn it. I'm late.
MRS. MCFLY: David, watch your mouth!
You come here and kiss your mother
before you go.
Come on, Mom.
Make it fast. I'll miss my bus.
DAVID: See you later, Pop.
[David exclaims]
Time to change that oil.
[Laughing]
LINDA: Marty.
I'm not your answering service.
While you were outside
pouting over the car...
...Jennifer Parker called you twice.
MRS. MCFLY: I don't like her.
Any girl who calls up a boy
is just asking for trouble.
LINDA: Mom. There's nothing wrong
with calling a boy.
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 ever
supposed to meet anybody?
Well, it'll just happen.
Like the way I met your father.
That was so stupid.
Grandpa hit him with the car.
It was meant to be.
[Linda sighs]
Anyway...
...if Grandpa hadn't hit him,
then none of you would have been born.
Yeah, well.
I don't understand what Dad was doing
in the middle of the street.
MRS. MCFLY:
What was it, George? Bird-watching?
What, Lorraine? What?
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, we know.
You've told us this story a million times.
You feltsorry for him.
You decided to go with him
to the Fish Under the Sea dance.
No. It was
the Enchantment Under the Sea dance.
Our first date. I'll never forget it.
It was the night of that terrible
thunderstorm, remember, George?
[Indistinct chatter on TV]
Your father kissed me
for the first time on that dance floor.
It was then that I realized...
...that I was going to spend
the rest of my life with him.
[Mr. McFly laughing]
Oh, no.
[Music playing on radio]
[Telephone ringing]
[Sighing]
Hello.
DOC: Marty, you didn't fall asleep, did you?
MARTY: Doc.
No. No, don't be silly.
DOC: Listen, this is very important.
I forgot my video camera.
Can you pick it up at my place
on your way to the mall?
Yeah. I'm on my way.
Einstein! Where's the doc, boy?
[Einstein whining]
[Machine humming]
[Gate unlocking]
[Mysterious instrumental music]
[Engine revving]
[Dramatic instrumental music]
[Steam rushing]
Doc!
-Marty! You made it!
-Yeah.
Welcome to my latest experiment. This is
the one I've been waiting for all my life.
Well, it's a DeLorean...
All your questions will be answered.
Roll tape and we'll proceed.
-Is that a Devo suit?
-Never mind that now.
DOC: Not now.
MARTY: I'm ready.
Good evening. I'm Dr. Emmett Brown.
I'm in the Twin Pines Mall parking lot.
It's Saturday morning,
October 26, 1985, 1:18 a. m.
This is temporal experiment number one.
DOC: Come on, Einie. Get in there.
In you go. Sit down.
Put your seat belt on.
[Einstein grunting]
MARTY: Okay.
Please note that Einstein's clock...
...is in precise synchronization
with my control watch.
DOC: Got it?
MARTY: Right. Check, Doc.
DOC: Have a good trip, Einstein.
Watch your head.
MARTY:
You got that thing hooked up to the car?
DOC: Watch this.
MARTY: Yeah. Okay.
MARTY: Got it.
Jesus!
Not me! The car!
[Tires squealing]
[Engine revving]
If my calculations are correct...
...when this baby hits 88 miles per hour...
...you're going to see some serious shit.
[Remote control beeping]
[Tires squealing]
[Remote control beeping]
[Tires squealing]
[Remote control beeping]
[Tires squealing]
Watch this!
[Beeping growing faster]
[Dramatic instrumental music]
[Doc laughs]
What did I tell you?
88 miles per hour!
The temporal displacement occurred
exactly 1:20 a. m. and zero seconds!
Jesus Christ!
Jesus Christ, Doc!
You disintegrated Einstein!
Calm down. I didn't disintegrate anything.
The molecular structure of both Einstein
and the car are completely intact.
Then where the hell are they?
The appropriate question is,
"When the hell are they?"
Einstein has just become

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