What ?
- I don't worry.
This is all wrong.
I don't know what it is...
but when I kiss you,
it's like I'm kissing...
my brother.
I guess that doesn't make any sense,
does it ?
Believe me...
it makes perfect sense.
Somebody's coming.
You caused $300 damage to my car,
you son of a bitch...
and I'm going to take it
out of your ass.
Hold him.
Let him go, Biff. You're drunk.
Well, look what we have here.
No ! Stay right here with me.
Come on, Lorraine.
- Let me go !
- Leave her alone !
Take him in back. I'll be right there.
Just admit that you want it. Come on.
Well, go on. This ain't no peep show.
- Hey, let's put him in there.
- Yeah !
That's for messing up my hair.
What the hell are you doing to my car ?
Hey, beat it, spook.
This don't concern you.
Who you calling spook, peckerwood ?
Listen, guys...
I don't want to mess
with no reefer addicts, okay ?
Get home to your mama, boy.
- Biff !
- Hurry, Biff !
Let me out of here !
Reginald, where are your keys ?
The keys are in the trunk.
- Say that again ?
- I said, the keys are in here.
Let me go !
Come on !
Hey you, get your damn hands off...
I think you got the wrong car, McFly.
George, help me ! Please !
Just turn around, McFly, and walk away.
- Please, George.
- Are you deaf ?
Close the door and beat it.
No, Biff. You leave her alone.
All right, McFly.
You're asking for it...
and now you're going to get it.
Stop it !
Biff, you'll break his arm !
Give me a hand here, Reginald.
Damn it, man ! I sliced my hand !
- Whose are these ?
- Mine.
Thanks. Thanks a lot.
You're going to break his arm !
Biff ! Biff, leave him alone !
Let him go ! Let him go !
Are you okay ?
Who is that guy ?
That's George McFly.
That's George McFly ?
Excuse me.
The storm.
Guys, you got to get back in there
and finish the dance.
Look at Marvin's hand.
He can't play with this hand,
and we can't play without him.
Marvin, you got to play.
They kiss for the first time at the dance.
If there's no music, they can't dance.
If they can't dance and kiss, then
they can't fall in love and I'm history.
The dance is over unless you know
somebody that can play the guitar.
This is for all you lovers out there.
Earth Angel, Earth Angel
Will you be mine
My darling dear
George, aren't you going to kiss me ?
I don't know.
Scram, McFly. I'm cutting in.
Earth Angel, Earth Angel
The one I adore
Hey, boy, you all right ?
I can't play.
Excuse me.
The vision of your happiness
Earth Angel, Earth Angel
Please be mine
My darling dear
Love you for all time
I'm just a fool
A fool in love
With you
Yeah, man, that was good.
Let's do another one.
No. I got to go.
Come on, man.
Let's do something that really cooks.
Something that cooks.
All right. All right !
All right.
All right, this is an oldie, but...
Well, it's an oldie where I come from.
All right, listen,
this is a blues riff in B.
Watch me for the changes,
and try and keep up, okay ?
Way down in Louisiana
Down in New Orleans
Way back up in the woods
among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin
made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy
name of Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned
to read or write so well
He could play the guitar
just like he's ringin' a bell
Go go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny, go, go, go
George, I heard you laid out Biff.
Nice going.
You ever think of
running for class president ?
Johnny B. Goode
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode
Chuck ! Chuck, it's Marvin.
Your cousin, Marvin Berry ?
You know that new sound
you're looking for ?
Well, listen to this.
I guess you guys
aren't ready for that yet...
but your kids are going to love it.
Marty, that was very interesting music.
I hope you don't mind, but George
asked if he