Doc: Marty you gotta come back with me.
Marty: Where?
Doc: Back to the future.
Marty: Wait a minute, what are you doing, Doc?
Doc: (rummages through garbage) I need fuel. Go ahead, quick, get in the car.
Marty: No no no, Doc, I just got here, okay, Jennifer’s here, we’re
gonna take the new truck for a spin.
Doc: Well, bring her along. This concerns her too.
Marty: Wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about? What happens to
us in the future? What do we become assholes or something?
Doc: No no no no no, Marty, both you and Jennifer turn out fine. It’s
my house, Marty, something has got to be done about my house.
Marty: Hey, Doc, we better back up, we don’t have enough roads to get up
to 88.
Doc: Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.
