You want to take a poke at me?
LORRAINE: Damn it, Biff. That's it. I'm leaving.
So go ahead. Think about this, Lorraine!
Who's going to pay for your clothes? And your jewelry and liquor?
Who's going to pay for your cosmetic surgery?
You were the one who wanted me to get these things.
If you want them back, you can have them.
BIFF: Look, Lorraine.
You leave and I won't only cut off you, I'll cut off your kids.
LORRAINE: You wouldn't. BIFF: Wouldn't I?
First your daughter Linda. I'll cancel all her credit cards.
BIFF: She'll settle her debts with the bank herself.
I'll have your idiot son Dave's probation revoked.
And as for Marty...
...maybe you'd like to have all of your kids behind bars...
...just like your brother Joey.
One big happy jailbird family.
All right, Biff. You win. I'll stay.
As for you, I'll be back up here in an hour, so you better not be.
He was right, and I was wrong.
Mom!
Mom, what're you saying? You're actually defending him.
I had it coming.
He's my husband, and he takes care of all of us...
LORRAINE: And he deserves our respect. MARTY: Respect?
Your husband! How could he be your husband?
- How could you leave Dad for him? - Leave Dad?
- Marty, are you feeling all right? - No, I'm not feeling all right!
I don't understand what's going on here.
Why nobody can give me a simple, straight answer.
They must have hit you over the head hard this time.
Mom, I just want to know one thing.
Where's my father? Where's George McFly?
Marty.
George, your father, is in the same place he's been for the past 12 years.
Oak Park Cemetery.
[Thunder clapping]
[Unsettling instrumental music]
[Sad instrumental music]
No.
No! This can't be happening!
MARTY: "March 15, 1973."
No! Please, God, no!
No, please, God. Please, God, no.
This can't be happening.
This can't be...
DOC: I'm afraid it is happening. All of it.
Doc!
DOC: When I learned about your father, I figured you'd come here.
MARTY: Then you know what happened to him?
Do you know what happened...
...March 15, 1973?
DOC: Yes, Marty. I know.
DOC: I went to the public library to make sense of the madness.
The place was boarded up. I broke in and borrowed newspapers.
I don't get it, Doc.
How can all this be happening? It's like we're in Hell or something.
No, it's Hill Valley, although I can't imagine Hell being much worse.
DOC: Einie. I'm sorry, boy.
The lab is an awful, awful mess.
Attaboy.
Obviously, the time continuum has been disrupted...
...creating this new temporal event sequence...
...resulting in this alternate reality. - English, Doc.
DOC: Here, here, here. Let me illustrate.
Imagine that this line represents time.
DOC: Here's the present, 1985, the future, and the past.
Prior to this point in time, somewhere in the past...
...the time line skewed into this tangent...
...creating an alternate 1985.
DOC: Alternate to you, me, and Einstein...
...but reality for everyone else.
Recognize this?
DOC: It's the bag the sports book came in.
I know, because the receipt was still inside.
I found them in the time machine, along with this.
[Thunder clapping]
It's the top of Biff's cane. I mean old Biff, from the future.
Correct. It was in the time machine because Biff was in the time machine...
...with the Sports Almanac.
Holy shit.
You see, while we were in the future...
...Biff got the sports book, stole the time machine, went back in time...
...and gave the book to himself at some point in the past.
Look. It says right here...
... that Biff made his first $1,000,000 betting on a horserace in 1958.
He wasn't just lucky.
He knew, because he had the race results in the Sports Almanac.
That's how he made his entire fortune.
Look at his pocket with a magnifying glass.
MARTY: The Almanac.
Son of a bitch stole my idea.
MARTY: He must have been listening when I...
It's my fault.
The whole thing is my fault. If I hadn't bought that damn book...
...none of this would have happened.
- It's all in the past. - The future.
Whatever. It demonstrates precisely how time travel can be misused...
...and why the time machine must be destroyed...
...after we straighten all of this out.
Right. So we go back to the future...
...and we stop Biff from stealing the time machine.
We can't, because if we travel into the future from this point in time...
...it will be the future of this reality...
...in which Biff is corrupt and powerful...
...and married to your mother, and in which...
...this has happened to me.
No. Our only chance to repair the present is in the past...
...at the point where the time line skewed into this tangent.
In order to put the universe back as we remember it...
...and get back to our reality, we have to find out the exact date...
...and the specific circumstances of how, where, and when...
...young Biff got his hands on that Sports Almanac.
I'll ask him.
[Suspenseful music from TV]
Bulletproof vest! Great flick! Great frigging flick!
The guy is brilliant.
What the hell's going...
- What the hell are you doing in here? - Party's over, Biff.
MARTY: Sorry, ladies.
How did you get past my security downstairs?
There's a matter we need to talk about.
- Yeah. Money, right? Well, forget it. - No. Not money.
Gray's Sports Almanac.
You heard him, girls.
Party's over.
Start talking, kid. What else do you know about that book?
First you tell me how you got it.
How, where, and when.
All right. Take a seat.
Sit down!
November 12, 1955. That was when.
MARTY: November 12, 1955. That was the date I went back...
That was the date of the famous Hill Valley lightning storm.
You know your history. Very good.
BIFF: I'll never forget that Saturday.
I'd picked my car up from the shop because I'd rolled it in a drag race.
I thought you crashed into a manure truck.
How do you know about that?
My father told me about it.
BIFF: Your father?
Before he died.
Yeah. Right.
So there I was, minding my own business.
This crazy old codger with a cane shows up.
He says he's my distant relative. I don't see any resemblance.
So he says, "How would you like to be rich?"
So I said, "Sure."
So he lays this book on me.
He says this book will tell me the outcome of every sporting event this century.
All I have to do is bet on the winner and I'll never lose.
So I said, "What's the catch?" He says, "No catch. Just keep it a secret."
After that, he disappeared.
I never saw him again.
He told me one more thing.
He said, "Someday a crazy, wild-eyed scientist...
"...or a kid may show up asking about that book.
"And if that ever happens..."
[Cocks hammer]
[Self-satisfied snicker]
Funny. I never thought it would be you.
Biff, you're forgetting one thing. What the hell is that?
You're dead, you little son of a bitch!
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Elevator bell rings]
- There he is! - Wait, kid!
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
LACKEY: Hurry! There he is!
[Dramatic instrumental flourish]
BIFF: Go ahead, kid. Jump.
A suicide will be nice and neat.
What if I don't?
Lead poisoning.
What about the police, Biff?
They're going to match the bullet with that gun.
Kid, I own the police.
Besides, they couldn't match up the bullet that killed your old man.
You son of a...
BIFF: I suppose it's poetic justice.
Two McFlys with the same gun.
[Surprised gasp]
Idiot.
[Engine whirring]
What the hell...
Nice job, Doc!
MARTY: You're not going to believe this. We've got to go back to 1955.
I don't believe it.
[Adventurous instrumental music]
MARTY: That's right, Doc. November 12, 1955.
Unbelievable that old Biff could've chosen that particular date.
It could mean that that point in time contains some cosmic significance...
...as if it were the temporal junction point of the entire space-time continuum...
...or it could just be an amazing coincidence.
DOC: Damn! Got to fix that thing. All right. Time circuits on.
What do you mean, time circuits on? Doc, we're not going back now.
What about Jennifer? What about Einstein? We can't leave them.
Don't worry. Assuming we succeed on our mission...
...this alternate 1985 will be changed into the real 1985...
...instantaneously transforming around Jennifer and Einie.
Jennifer and Einie will be fine.
They'll have no memory of this horrible place.
MARTY: Doc.
- What if we don't succeed? - We must succeed.
[Electrical explosions]
MARTY: This is heavy, Doc.
It's like I was here yesterday.
DOC: You were here yesterday, Marty. Amazing, isn't it?
Sunrise should be in about 22 minutes.
DOC: You go into town. Track down young Biff and tail him.
Sometime today, old Biff will show up to give young Biff the Almanac.
Above all you must not interfere.
Let old Biff believe he's succeeded so he'll leave 1955...
...and bring the DeLorean to the future. - Right.
Once old Biff is gone, grab the Almanac anyway that you can.
- Remember, our futures depend on this. - You don't have to remind me of that.
DOC: Here's some binoculars and a walkie-talkie to keep in contact.
I'll stay and repair the short in the time circuit.
That way, we don't risk anyone else stealing the time machine...
...and I won't risk accidentally running into my other self.
MARTY: Other self? DOC: Yes. There are now two of me here...
...and there are two of you here.
DOC: The other me is the Dr. Emmett Brown from 1955.
The other me that helps the other you get back to 1985.
Remember the lightning bolt at the clock tower? That doesn't happen until tonight.
Be careful not to run into your other self. Let me give you some money.
[Marty whistles in awe]
DOC: Have to be prepared for all monetary possibilities.
DOC: Get yourself some '50s clothes. MARTY: Check, Doc.
Something inconspicuous.
Doc. Come in. This is Marty. Over.
- DOC: Roger, this is Doc. Are you there? - MARTY: Yeah, Doc. I'm at the address.
It's the only Tannen in the book, but I don't think this is Biff's house.
It looks like an old lady lives here.
GRANDMA: Biff! BIFF: Yeah.
GRANDMA: Where are you going, Biff? BIFF: I'm going to get my car, Grandma.
GRANDMA: When are you coming back? I want you to rub my toes.
BIFF: Shut up, you old bag.
KIDS: Give us our ball back.
BIFF: What ball? KIDS: That ball!
BIFF: What are you talking about?
KIDS: Give us our ball!
BIFF: Ball?
BIFF: Is this your ball? KIDS: Yeah!
BIFF: You want it back? KIDS: Yeah.
BIFF: Go get it.
Doc, it is Biff's house. I'm on him. Over.
[The Four Aces' Mr. Sandman plays on soundtrack]
MECHANIC: She's all fixed up, but I couldn't get her started.
MECHANIC: Got a kill switch? BIFF: You just need the right touch.
BIFF: Nobody can start this car but me.
MECHANIC: The bill comes to $302.57. BIFF: $300?
$300 for a couple of dents? That's bullshit.
It was horseshit. The whole car was horseshit.
MECHANIC: Jones wanted $80 to haul it away. BIFF: I bet he resold it.
BIFF: I got to get something. MECHANIC: You want something?
You can call Jones and if he wants to give you a refund...
$300! If I catch the guy that caused this I'll break his neck.
The manure. I remember that.
MECHANIC: 4 cans of Valvoline.
BIFF: 4 cans for a $300 job? MECHANIC: I can't have lunch in there.
MECHANIC: Makes me nauseous. BIFF: I should get a case for $300.
MECHANIC: It smells worse than the bathroom.
The stench is never going to go away, Biff.
Last time I do you a favor. Last time.
[Girlish laughter]
[Oohs and ahs]
BABS: It's perfect, Lorraine. You're going to look so good!
BABS: You're going to look...
BIFF: Look at what we have here. Nice dress, Lorraine.
Although I think you'd look better wearing nothing.
LORRAINE: Take a long walk off a short pier. BIFF: There's that dance at school tonight.
Now that my car's fixed...
...l'll give you the honor of going with the best-looking guy in school.
I'm busy.
- Doing what? - Washing my hair.
That's as funny as a screen door on a battleship.
Screen door on a submarine, you dork.
Biff, somebody already asked me to the dance.
Who? That bug George McFly?
- I'm going with Calvin Klein, okay? - Calvin Klein? No, it's not okay.
- You're going with me, understand? - Get your cooties off me!
When will you get it through your skull? You're my girl.
I wouldn't be your girl even if you had a million dollars!
BIFF: Yes, you will! It's you and me, Lorraine.
DRIVER: Watch it!
It's meant to be.
I'm going to marry you someday, Lorraine. Someday you'll be my wife!
You always did have a way with women.
Get the hell out of my car, old man.
You want to marry that girl? I can help make it happen.
- Who are you, Miss Lonely-hearts? - Just get in the car, butthead.
Who are you calling butthead, butthead?
How did you do that? Nobody can start this car but me.
Get in the car, Tannen. Today's your lucky day.
[Tires screeching]
[Frantic screaming]
BIFF: Watch where you're driving, old man.
If you dent this car, I'll kill you.
BIFF: This cost me $300! OLD BIFF: Would you shut up about the car?
- How do you know where I live? - Let's just say we're related, Biff.
That being the case, I got a present for you.
Something that'll make you rich.
- You want to be rich, don't you? - Yeah. Sure. Right. That's rich.
You're going to make me rich?
You see this book? This book tells the future.
Tells the results of every major sports event till the end of this century.
Football, baseball, horseraces, boxing.
The information in here is worth millions, and I'm giving it to you.
That's very nice. Thank you very much.
Now, why don't you make like a tree and get out of here?
It's leave, you idiot. Make like a tree and leave.
You sound like a fool when you say it wrong.
All right, leave. And take your book with you.
Don't you get it? You could make a fortune with this book.
Let me show you.
[Static coming from radio]
RADIO: UCLA trails 17-16.
It's 4th and 11 with only 18 seconds left of this game.
I'd say it's all over for UCLA.
Bet you a million bucks UCLA wins it 19-17.
- What are you, deaf? It's over. You lost. - Yeah?
Here comes Decker with the kick. It's up and looks good.
Ball's in the clear. Field goal! UCLA wins 19-17.
Listen to that Coliseum crowd go wild. Jim Decker...
All right. What's the gag? How did you know what the score would be?
OLD BIFF: I told you, it's in this book.
All you got to do is bet on the winner, and you'll never lose.
All right. I'll take a look at it.
OLD BIFF: You damn fool!
Never leave this book laying around.
Don't you have a safe? No, you don't have a safe.
Get a safe. Keep it locked up. Until then, keep it on you.
BIFF: What are you doing? OLD BIFF: Don't tell anybody, either.
OLD BIFF: There's one more thing. One day, a kid or a crazy old man...
... who claims to be a scientist is going to come around asking...
I'm trapped. Doc.
MARTY: Doc, come in.
- What's the report? - Biff's gone.
MARTY: He's got the book. I'm locked in Biff's garage.
Get me the hell out of here.
I'm at 1809 Mason Street.
I can't take the DeLorean. Don't worry. Somehow I'll get there.
Doc, wait a minute. Doc. Doc.
Perfect.
GRANDMA: Biff! Where are you going now?
BIFF: I told you, Grandma, I'm going to the dance.
GRANDMA: When you coming home? MARTY: The dance.
BIFF: I'll get home when I get home.
GRANDMA: Don't forget to turn out the garage light.
[Tires screeching]
[Bicycle bell ringing]
DOC: Marty. Marty!
Marty.
Marty, Marty. Damn!
Where is that kid?
[Perry Como's Papa Loves Mambo playing on radio]
MARTY: Doc. Doc, come in.
Come in, Doc.
Marty! Come in.
Doc.
[Static interference]
Marty.
My...
Great Scott.
DOC: My God.
MARTY: Doc, Doc, come in.
Marty, what happened? You weren't at Biff's house.
MARTY: I'm in Biff's car, heading for the Enchantment Under The Sea dance.
We may have to abort this entire plan. It's getting much too dangerous.
MARTY: The book's on his dashboard. I'll grab it when we arrive.
You must be careful not to run into your other self.
- My other self? - Yes.
Remember your mother is at that exact same dance with you.
MARTY: Right. This could get heavy, Doc. DOC: Heavy, heavy.
Whatever happens, don't let your other self see you!
DOC: The consequences could be disastrous. OTHER DOC: Excuse me, sir.
Yes, you with the hat.
- Who, me? - Yes.
Be a pal and hand me a five-eighths inch wrench from the toolbox.
Five-eighths?
Don't you mean three-quarters?
Why, you're right.
I presume you're conducting some sort of weather experiment.
That's right. How did you know that?
I happen to have had a little experience in this area.
I'm hoping to see some lightning tonight...
...although the weatherman says there's no chance of rain.
There's going to be plenty of rain. Wind, thunder, lightning.
- It's going to be one hell of a storm. - Thanks. Nice talking to you.
Maybe we'll bump into each other again in the future.
DOC: Or in the past.
[Tires screeching]
[Jazz music playing in school]
MARTY: Doc, Doc! Come in!
BIFF: Where's that punk Calvin Klein, anyway?
LACKEY: I don't know. I ain't his secretary.
BIFF: Well, find him. He caused me $300 damage.
I owe him a knuckle sandwich. Get going!
LACKEY: Aren't you coming? BIFF: I'm reading.
[Crunch of footfall]
STRICKLAND: Well, well, Mr. Tannen.
How nice to see you here.
- Why, Mr. Strickland, nice to see you, sir. - Is that liquor I smell, Tannen?
I wouldn't know.
I don't know what it smells like because I'm too young to drink it.
I see.
What have we here?
STRICKLAND: Sports stats, interesting subject. Homework, Tannen?
No, it ain't homework, because, I ain't at home.
You got a real attitude problem, you know?
One day I'll have you where I want you, in detention.
STRICKLAND: Slacker!
MARTY: Jesus, you smoke, too?
LORRAINE: Marty, you sound just like my mother.
MARTY: Yeah, right.
LORRAINE: When I have kids, I'll let them do anything they want.
Anything at all.
- I'd like to have that in writing. - Yeah, me, too.
LORRAINE: Marty, why are you so nervous?
[Loud bang]
[Horn playing La Cucaracha outside]
Yes!
No!
MARTY: "Oh LāLā"?
"Oh LāLā"?
[Anxious gasping]
MARTY: Doc! Doc! GEORGE: Hey, you.
MARTY: Doc, come in! DOC: Marty, what's up?
Doc! I'm in trouble. I blew it.
DOC: Where's the book? MARTY: Biff must have it.
MARTY: I've only got the cover. DOC: Where's Biff?
BIFF: You're asking for it. MARTY: I don't know.
DOC: Any idea? MARTY: No! He could be anywhere by now.
The entire future depends on you getting that book!
MARTY: I know. I just don't... LORRAINE: Stop it!
Stop it, Biff. You'll break his arm. Stop it!
MARTY: Of course!
MARTY: I gotta go. I got one chance! My old man is about to deck Biff!
Yes!
Talk about déjā vu.
GEORGE: Are you okay?
[Romantic instrumental music]
MARTY: Okay, everybody, let's back up.
Everybody just back up. Give him a little bit of room.
It's okay. I know CPR.
I know CPR.
- What's CPR? - You!
- He's fine. - Did you just take his wallet?
He took that guy's wallet.
MARTY: Doc, success. I got it.
Thank goodness.
Great, Marty.
As soon as I reload the fusion generator we'll meet on the roof of the school gym.
MARTY: On the roof. 10-4.
LACKEY: It's him! THUG: He's in disguise.
Guys, what's that?
LACKEY: Come on! Let's get him!
DOC: Damn!
[Band playing Earth Angel]
SINGER: All right! Let's do another.
LACKEY: Where did he go? He just came in here!
- Look! How did he get on stage? - When he's through, we'll nail him.
How did he change his clothes so fast?
OTHER MARTY: It's an oldie where I come from.
All right, guys, blues riff in B.
Watch me for the changes, and try and keep up, okay?
[Starts playing Johnny B. Goode]
MARTY: Doc, come in!
Come in.
Listen, Biff's guys chased me into the gym. They're going to jump "me."
Get out of there!
MARTY: No, not me. The other me. The one on stage playing Johnny B. Goode.
He could miss his opportunity to return! We'll have a major paradox!
Wait. A paradox?
One of those things that could destroy the universe?
DOC: You have to stop those guys without being seen by your other self.
MARTY: 10-4.
What the hell?
- Where is he? - Who?
- Calvin Klein. - Who?
- With the hat, where is he? - He went that way.
WITNESS: I think he took your wallet.
I think he took his wallet.
[Johnny B. Goode continues playing]
[Muted thud]
I guess you guys aren't ready for that yet...
... but your kids are going to love it.
[Thud]
Doc, success. Everything's cool.
DOC: Great. I'll be landing at the roof in one minute.
I'll be there.
Lorraine.
Marty, that was very interesting music.
LORRAINE: I hope you don't mind. George asked to take me home.
OTHER MARTY: Yeah. Great. Great. I had a feeling about you two.
LORRAINE: I had a feeling, too.
Butthead!
You think that stupid disguise can get by me?
Let's have it out.
You and me, right now.
No, thanks.
What's the matter?
BIFF: Where are you going?
Are you chicken?
That's it, isn't it?
Nothing but a little chicken.
Nobody calls me a...
What the hell...
You steal my stuff?
And this one's for my car!
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Tires screeching]
MARTY: Doc! I blew it.
Biff nailed me. He took the book. He drove away with it in his car.
It's my fault. I should have left sooner.
- No time for that. Where did he go? - To the River Road Tunnel.
DOC: Get in!
Yes!
MARTY: There he is, Doc!
- Let's land on him and cripple his car. - That's a '46 Ford. We're a DeLorean.
DOC: He'll rip us like tin foil.
- So what do we do? - I have a plan.
RADIO: Repeating tonight's weather bulletin, a severe thunderstorm is heading for Hill Valley.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
RADIO: Serving Hill Valley and Hill County...
... you're tuned to KKHV, the voice of Hill Valley.
RADIO: Turning to community calendar, the Hill Valley Women's Club bake sale...
... will be held tomorrow from 2:00 to 5:00...
... at the community center on Forest Road.
For you sports fans, there was much action today in college football.
Here's what happened to the top 10.
UCLA narrowly defeated Washington 19-17.
Michigan State crushed Minnesota 42-14.
Ohio State beat Iowa 20-10.
- Michigan blanked Indiana 30-0. - Shit.
- It was Notre Dame over North Carolina... - Son of a bitch.
Oklahoma ripped Iowa State 52-0.
West Virginia lost to Pittsburgh 26-7.
Texas A&M over Rice 20-10.
Maryland defeated Clemson 25-12...
... and it was Texas Christian over Texas 47-20.
Repeating tonight's earlier weather bulletin, a severe thundershower...
BIFF: You again?
God!
BIFF: Let it go!
[Tires screeching]
Let go of this car!
[Loud screeching]
That'll teach him.
[Truck honking]
[Dramatic instrumental flourish]
[Engine revving]
[Loud engine revving]
[Loud screeching]
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Loud screeching]
[Evil laughter]
MARTY: Go, Doc!
Hold on, Marty!
Shit!
[Happy laughter]
Yes!
[Disgusted groaning]
Manure! I hate manure!
[Thunder rumbling]
Doc, is everything all right? Over.
DOC: It's very miserable flying weather...
...much too turbulent for a landing from this direction.
I'll have to approach from the south. Have you got the book?
In my hand, Doc! I got it in my hand!
Burn it!
Check!
Doc! Doc! The newspaper changed.
Doc, my father's alive!
That means everything's back to normal, right?
Mission accomplished.
That means Jennifer's okay and Einie's okay, right?
That's right, Marty. It's the ripple effect.
The future is back, so let's go home.
Right. Let's get our asses back to the...
Doc, Doc, are you okay?
DOC: That was a close one.
I almost bought the farm.
Well, be careful. You don't want to get struck by lightning.
[Electrical explosions]
[Air siphoning]
Doc.
Doc?
Doc, come in, Doc.
Doc, do you read me?
Do you read me, Doc? Come in.
Doc.
[Melancholic instrumental music]
No.
He's gone.
The Doc's gone.
[Ominous instrumental music]
STRANGER: Mr. McFly!
Is your name Marty McFly?
[Thunder rumbling]
Yeah.
I've got something for you.
A letter.
A letter for me?
That's impossible.
- Who the hell are you? - Western Union.
Many of us at the office were hoping you could shed some light on the subject.
We've had that envelope in our possession...
...for the past 70 years.
STRANGER: It was given to us with the explicit instructions...
... that it be delivered to a young man with your description...
...answering to the name of Marty at this exact location...
...at this exact minute, November 12, 1955.
We had a bet going on whether this Marty would actually be here.
Looks like I lost.
Did you say 70 years?
Yes. 70 years, 2 months, 12 days, to be exact. Sign on line 6, please.
Here you are.
It's from the Doc!
"Dear Marty, if my calculations are correct...
"...you will receive this letter immediately after the DeLorean's struck by lightning.
"First let me assure you I'm alive and well.
"I've been living happily these past eight months in the year 1885.
"The lightning bolt..."
1885!
"September, 1885."
STRANGER: Wait, kid! Wait a minute. What's this all about?
He's alive!
The Doc's alive!
- He's in the Old West, but he's alive. - Kid, you all right?
Need any help?
There's only one man who can help me.
[Adventurous instrumental music]
[Terrified cry]
[Electrical explosion]
[Joyous cheering]
Doc! Doc!
[Startled scream]
Relax, Doc. It's me. It's me! It's Marty.
Impossible. I sent you back to the future.
I know, you did send me back...
...but I'm back. I'm back from the future.
Great Scott!
Doc!
Doc.
[Old West-style instrumental music]
TANNEN: McFly.
That's right, Tannen!
Come on, runt! You can dance better than that!