without telling me it had a blind spot.
I could've been killed.
Now, Biff, I never noticed...
...that the car had any blind spot before
when I would drive it.
Hi, son.
BIFF: Are you blind, McFly?
How else do you explain
that wreck out there?
MR. MCFLY: Biff, can I assume...
...that your insurance
is going to pay for the damage?
My insurance? It's your car.
Your insurance should pay.
Who's going to pay for this?
I spilled beer when the car smashed
into me. Who'll pay my cleaning bill?
And where's my reports?
I haven't finished those up yet,
but I figured since they weren't due 'til...
Hello? Hello? Anybody home?
Think, McFly. Think!
I got to have time to get them retyped.
Do you realize what would happen
if I hand in my reports in your handwriting?
I'll get fired.
You wouldn't want that to happen,
would you?
- Would you?
- Of course not.
I wouldn't want that to happen.
Now, look.
I'll finish those reports tonight...
...and I'll run them on over
first thing tomorrow.
Not too early. I sleep in Saturday.
Your shoe's untied.
Don't be so gullible, McFly.
Got the place fixed up nice.
I have your car towed to your house...
...and all you got for me is lite beer?
What are you looking at, butthead?
Say hi to your mom for me.
I know what you're going to say, son...
...and you're right.
You're right.
But...
Biff just happens to be my supervisor...
...and I'm afraid I'm just not
very good at confrontations.
But the car, Dad.
MARTY: I mean, he wrecked it.
He totaled it.
I needed that car tomorrow night, Dad.
Do you have any idea
how important this was to me?
MR. MCFLY: I know, and all I can say is, I'm...
I'm sorry.
MR. MCFLY: Believe me, Marty, you're better off...
...without having to worry
about all the aggravation...
...and headaches of playing at that dance.
DAVID: He's absolutely right.
The last thing you need is headaches.
Kids, we're going to have to
eat this cake by ourselves.
Your Uncle Joey didn't make parole again.
It would be nice
if you all dropped him a line.
MARTY: Uncle "Jailbird" Joey?
He's your brother, Mom.
Yeah. It's a major embarrassment,
having an uncle in prison.
We all make mistakes in life, 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.
Time to change that oil.
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.
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 felt sorry 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?
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.
Oh,