minute. Are you telling me that this sucker is nuclear? Keep rolling there. No, this sucker's electrical... ...but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity I need. You don't just walk into a store and buy plutonium. Did you rip that off? Of course. From a group of Libyans. They wanted me to build them a bomb. I took the plutonium and gave them a bomb casing full of pinball machine parts. DOC: Come on. Let's get you a radiation suit. MARTY: Jesus! It's safe now. Everything's lead-lined. DOC: Don't lose those tapes now. I need that as a record. Let's put this back here. There we go. Almost forgot my luggage. Who knows if they got cotton underwear in the future. - I'm allergic to all synthetics. - The future. - That's where you're going. - Right. 25 years. I've always dreamed of seeing the future, looking beyond my years... ...seeing the progress of mankind. MARTY: Why not? I'll also be able to see who wins the next 25 World Series. MARTY: Doc. Look me up when you get there. Indeed I will. Roll 'em. I, Dr. Emmett Brown... ...am about to embark on an historic journey. What am I thinking of? I almost forgot to bring extra plutonium. How do I expect to get back? One pellet, one trip. I must be out of my mind. What is it? My God. They found me. I don't know how, but they found me. DOC: Run for it, Marty! MARTY: Who? Who do you think? The Libyans! Holy shit! I'll draw their fire! Doc, wait! No! Bastards! Go! Go! Come on! Move! Goddamn it! MARTY: Jesus! Holy shit! Let's see if you bastards can do 90. WOMAN: Pa, what is it? What is it, Pa? Looks like an airplane without wings. That ain't no airplane. Look. Don't look! MARTY: Listen... Hello. Excuse me. Sorry about your barn. It's already mutated into human form! Shoot it! Take that, you mutated son of a bitch! BOY: Wait! BOY: Shoot it, Pa! MAN: My pine! Why you... MAN: You space bastard! You killed my pine! MARTY: Okay, McFly. Get a grip on yourself. It's all a dream. Just a very intense dream. MARTY: Listen, you got to help me. WOMAN: Don't stop, Wilbur! It can't be. This is nuts. Come on. Perfect. ANNOUNCER: Remember, fellow citizens, the future is in your hands. If you believe in progress, re-elect Mayor Red Thomas. Progress is his middle name. Mayor Red Thomas' 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. MARTY: This has got to be a dream. MAN: Hey, kid. You jump ship? - What? - What's with the life preserver? I want to use the phone. It's in the back. MARTY: Brown. Great. You're alive. Come on. MARTY: Do you know where 1640 Riverside... MAN: Are you going to order, kid? Yeah. Give me a Tab. I can't give you a tab unless you order something. Right. Give me a Pepsi Free. MAN: You want a Pepsi, pal, you're going to pay for it. Just give me something without any sugar in it, okay? Something without sugar. BIFF: McFly. What are you doing? Biff. I'm talking to you, McFly, you Irish bug! GEORGE: Biff. Guys. How are you doing? BIFF: You got my homework finished? Actually, I figured since it wasn't due 'til Monday... Hello? Hello? Anybody home? Think, McFly. Think! I got to have time to recopy it. You realize what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting? I'll get kicked out of school. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you? - Would you? - Of course not. - No. - I wouldn't want that to happen. - What are you looking at, butthead? - Get a load of his life preserver. Dork thinks he's going to drown. BIFF: How about my homework, McFly? Okay, Biff. I'll finish that up tonight and then I'll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning. Not too early. I ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Доходный дом Иккоку на английском - текст Драка друзей на английском - текст Девять дней одного года на английском - текст Хлеб, золото, наган на английском - текст Младенец на прогулке на английском |