The flux capacitor. Yes, definitely, god-dammit George, swear. Okay, so now, you come up, you punch me in the stomach, I'm out for the count, right? And you and Lorraine live happily ever after. Are you sure about this storm? You know Marty, you look so familiar, do I know your mother? Yeah, who are you?
Wait a minute, what are you doing, Doc? Damn, where is that kid. Damn. Damn damn. You're late, do you have no concept of time? Who is that guy. What kind of date? I don't know, what do kids do in the fifties? Well, you mean, it makes perfect sense.
Its good. Uh, look me up when you get there. Marty, you made it. I've gotta go. Don't tell me. Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to the Saturday Evening Post?
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