Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads. About how far ahead are you going? You cost three-hundred buck damage to my car, you son-of-a-bitch. And I'm gonna take it out of your ass. Hold him. Huh? Ohh, no.

Marty, you're beginning to sound just like my mother. Okay, but I don't know what to say. I noticed you band is on the roster for dance auditions after school today. Why even bother Mcfly, you haven't got a chance, you're too much like your own man. No McFly ever amounted to anything in the history of Hill Valley. Doc, she didn't even look at him. Save the clock tower.