Alright, McFly, you’re asking for it, and now you’re gonna get it. Oh, uh, hey you, get your damn hands off her. Do you really think I oughta swear? He’s alright. No, get out of town, my mom thinks I’m going camping with the guys. Well, Jennifer, my mother would freak out if she knew I was going up there with you. And I get this standard lecture about how she never did that kind of stuff when she was a kid. Now look, I think she was born a nun. His head’s gone, it’s like it’s been erased.
Doc, you don’t just walk into a store and ask for plutonium. Did you rip this off? Mom, Dad. Wait a minute. This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is gonna strike the clock tower precisely at 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night. If we could somehow harness this bolt of lightning, channel it into the flux capacitor, it just might work. Next Saturday night, we’re sending you back to the future. His head’s gone, it’s like it’s been erased.