[Hinges creaking]
[Soft instrumental music]
How about a ride, mister?
Jennifer.
MARTY: Man, are you a sight for sore eyes.
Let me look at you.
Marty, you're acting like you haven't seen me in a week.
I haven't.
Are you okay? Is everything all right?
Yeah.
Everything's great.
[Electrical explosions]
[Tires screeching]
[Engine revving down]
Marty!
You've got to come back with me.
- Where? - Back to the future.
- Wait a minute. What are you doing, Doc? - I need fuel.
Go ahead. Quick. Get in the car.
No. Look, Doc, I just got here. Jennifer's here.
We're going to take the new truck for a spin.
Bring her along. This concerns her, too.
Wait a minute. What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future?
Do we become assholes or something?
No. You and Jennifer both turn out fine.
It's your kids, Marty. Something's got to be done about them.
[Tires screeching]
Doc, you better back up. We don't have enough road to get up to 88.
Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads.
BIFF: Say, Marty!
Marty, I wanted to show you these new matchbooks...
...for my auto detailing I had printed up.
A flying DeLorean?
[Adventurous instrumental music]
[Electrical explosion]
What the hell is going on here?
[Ominous instrumental music]
[Adventurous instrumental music]
[Zooming and whooshing]
[Electrical explosions]
[Frightened screaming]
[Cars honking]
- What the hell was that? - Taxicab.
- Taxicab? I thought we were flying. - Precisely.
All right, Doc. What's going on?
Where are we? When are we?
We're descending toward Hill Valley, California...
... at 4:29 p. M...
... on Wednesday, October 21, 2015.
2015?
You mean we're in the future.
What do you mean? How can we be in the future?
Jennifer...
...I don't know how to tell you this, but...
...you're in a time machine.
JENNIFER: And this is the year 2015? DOC: October 21, 2015.
God, so, like, you weren't kidding.
Marty, we can actually see our future.
You said we were married, right?
DOC: Yeah... JENNIFER: Yeah? Was it a big wedding?
JENNIFER: We're going to see our wedding! MARTY: Wow.
JENNIFER: I'll see my wedding dress. MARTY: Wow.
I wonder where we live. I bet it's a big house with lots of kids.
JENNIFER: How many kids...
MARTY: Doc! What the hell are you doing? DOC: Relax.
It's a sleep-inducing alpha rhythm generator.
No one should know too much about their future.
When she wakes up, she'll think it was a dream.
MARTY: What did you bring her for? DOC: I had to do something.
She saw the time machine. I couldn't leave her with that information.
Don't worry. She's not essential to my plan.
Well, you're the doc, Doc.
Here's our exit.
[Adventurous instrumental music]
DOC: You've got to get out and change clothes.
MARTY: Right now? It's pouring rain.
Wait five more seconds.
Right on the tick.
DOC: Amazing. Absolutely amazing.
Too bad the post office isn't as efficient as the weather service.
[Mysterious instrumental music]
DOC: Excuse the disguise, but I was afraid you wouldn't recognize me.
I went to a rejuvenation clinic and got a whole natural overhaul.
Took out some wrinkles, did a hair repair, changed the blood...
...added 30 or 40 years to my life.
They also replaced my spleen and colon. What do you think?
You look great, Doc.
The future.
Unbelievable.
- I got to check this out, Doc. - All in good time.
- We're on a tight schedule. - Tell me about my future.
Do I become, like, a rich rock star?
No one should know too much about their destiny.
- I am rich, though, right? - Marty, please, take off your shirt.
Put on the jacket and the shoes.
Got a mission to accomplish.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
Precisely on schedule.
[Beeping]
Power laces. All right.
[Beeping]
[Watch alarm beeping]
This thing doesn't fit.
JACKET: Size-adjusting fit.
DOC: Pull out your pants pockets. All kids here wear their pants inside out.
Put on this cap.
Perfect. You're the spitting image of your future son.
MARTY: What? DOC: Help me move Jennifer over here.
MARTY: So what's the deal? DOC: Grab her feet.
Okay, now what?
In exactly two minutes, you go around the corner into the Cafe '80s.
MARTY: Cafe '80s?
DOC: It's one of those nostalgia places, but not done well.
Go in and order a Pepsi. Here's $50.
Wait for a guy named Griff.
Right. Griff.
Griff's going to ask about tonight. Are you in or out?
Tell him you are out.
Whatever he says, say no, you're not interested.
Then leave, come back here and wait for me.
Don't talk to anyone. Don't touch anything.
Don't do anything. Don't interact with anyone...
...and try not to look at anything.
I don't get it.
- You said this had to do with my kids. - Look what happens to your son.
My son?
MARTY: God, he looks just like me.
MARTY: "Within two hours of his arrest, Martin McFly Jr...
"...was tried, convicted, and sentenced to 15 years in the state penitentiary"?
Within two hours?
The justice system works swiftly now that they've abolished lawyers.
This is heavy.
It gets worse. Your daughter tries to break him out and gets sent up for 20 years.
My daughter. I have a daughter?
This one event starts a chain reaction that completely destroys your entire family.
Doc, this date... This is tomorrow's newspaper.
Precisely. I already went further ahead into time to see what else happens.
I backtracked everything to this one event. We're here to prevent this event from happening.
Damn! I'm late!
Where are you going now?
To intercept the real Marty Jr. You're taking his place.
The Cafe '80s, guy named Griff, just say no!
What about Jennifer? We can't just leave her here.
She'll be safe. It'll just be for a few minutes.
Marty, be careful. That Griff has a few short circuits in his bionic implants.
[Portentous instrumental music]
MARTY: The future.
GAS STATION: Welcome to Texaco.
You can trust your car to the system with the star.
Checking oil. Checking landing gear.
[Ominous Jaws theme playing]
Shark still looks fake.
Hi, friends. Goldie Wilson III for Wilson Hover Conversion Systems.
You know, when my grandpa was mayor of Hill Valley...
... he had to worry about traffic problems...
... but now you don't have to worry about traffic.
I'll hover-convert your old road car into a skyway flier...
... for only $39,999.95.
So come on down and see me...
... Goldie Wilson III, at any one of our 29 convenient locations.
Remember, Keep 'Em Flying.
[Michael Jackson's Beat It playing in restaurant]
MICHAEL JACKSON: It's got a hot salsa, avocados...
... cilantro mixed with your choice of beans, chicken...
... beef or pork.
CUSTOMER: Waiter. Waiter.
[Electric motors]
REAGAN: Welcome to the Cafe '80s...
... where it's always morning in America, even in the afternoon.
Our special today is mesquite-grilled sushi.
AYATOLLAH: Have the hostage special!
REAGAN: Cajun style. AYATOLLAH: The hostage special!
AYATOLLAH: You must have the hostage special!
All I want is a Pepsi.
McFly!
Yeah. I seen you around.
You're Marty McFly's kid, aren't you?
- Biff? - You're Marty Jr.
Tough break, kid.
Must be rough being named after a complete butthead.
What's that mean?
Hello. Hello. Anybody home?
Think, McFly, think!
Your old man? Mr. Loser?
- What? - That's right.
Loser with a capital "L."
Look, I happen to know George McFly is...
I'm not talking about George McFly. I'm talking about his kid.
Your old man, Marty McFly Sr.?
The man who took his life and flushed it completely down the toilet.
I did?
I mean, he did?
GRIFF: Hey, Gramps...
...I told you two coats of wax on my car, not just one!
BIFF: I just put the second coat on last week.
- With your eyes closed? - Are you two related?
Hello? Hello? Anybody home?
You think Griff called me Grandpa for his health?
MARTY: He's Griff? GRIFF: Gramps!
What the hell am I paying you for?
BIFF: Kid, say hello to your grandma for me.
GRIFF: Get out of there, Gramps. BIFF: Take it easy!
And McFly, don't go anywhere! You're next!
BOY: This is a video game.
[Beeps and bloops]
I got it working.
BOY: My dad taught me about these.
MARTY: It is Wild Gunman.
BOY: How do you play this thing?
I'll show you, kid.
I'm a crack shot at this.
BOY: You mean you have to use your hands?
That's like a baby's toy.
Baby's toy?
MARTY JR: Pepsi Perfect.
- Damn! - Pepsi.
GRIFF: McFly!
I thought I told you to stay in here!
Guys, how's it going?
GRIFF: McFly! MARTY JR: Yeah?
GRIFF: McFly! MARTY JR: What?
Your shoe's unbelted.
So, McFly, have you made a decision about tonight's opportunity?
Yeah, Griff. I was thinking about how I'm not sure because it might be dangerous.
What's wrong, McFly?
VIXEN: You got no scrote?
He's a complete wimp.
GRIFF: What's it going to be, McFly? Are you in or out?
I just, I'm not sure that I should. I should discuss it with my father.
GANG: Your father?
Wrong answer, McFly! You lose!
MARTY JR: Okay, Griff, I'll do it. Whatever you say.
Stay down and shut up.
GRIFF: Keep pedaling, you two!
GRIFF: Now...
...let's hear the right answer.
GRIFF: Well!
Since when did you become the physical type?
The answer's no, Griff.
- No? - What are you, deaf and stupid? I said no!
GRIFF: What's wrong, McFly? Chicken?
[Dramatic overture]
[Synthesized clucking]
MARTY: What did you call me, Griff?
Chicken, McFly!
Nobody calls me...
[Hesitant laugh]
...chicken.
[Electricity surging]
[Michael Jackson's Beat It playing]
[Electric motors whirring]
- All right, punk! - Look!
MARTY: Stop! Little girl, little girl.
Stop. Look, I need to borrow your "hoverboard."
LACKEY: Where is he? MARTY: Here.
LACKEY: There!
[Adventurous instrumental music]
He's on a hoverboard.
LACKEY: Get the boards! VIXEN: Get McFly!
LACKEY: Get him!
VIXEN: Yeah, we got him!
[Landing jets firing]
There's something very familiar about all this.
LACKEY: McFly, you bojo!
- Those boards don't work on water! - Unless you've got power!
[Ominous instrumental music]
[Aggressive whirring]
Hook on!
Batter up!
[Jets firing]
[Desperate screams]
[Windows shattering]
Holy shit!
Buttheads.
[Electronic beeping]
JACKET: Drying mode on.
Jacket drying.
[Confirmation beep]
Your jacket is now dry.
[Distant police sirens]
Hey, kid. Hey, little girl, thanks.
Keep it. I got a Pit Bull now.
GIRL: Come on. SOLICITOR: Save the clock tower!
Throw in $100 and help save the clock tower.
Sorry, no.
- That's an important historical landmark! - Some other time.
SOLICITOR: Lightning struck that thing 60 years ago.
MARTY: Wait a minute. Cubs win World Series...
- Against Miami? - Yeah, it's something, huh?
Who would've thought? 100-1 shot!
I wish I could go back to the beginning of the season...
...bet on the Cubs. - I just meant Miami...
What did you just say?
I wish I could go back to the beginning of the season, bet on the Cubbies!
SALESLADY: This has an interesting feature. It has a dust jacket.
Books had these to protect the covers.
That was before dust-repellent paper.
If you're interested in dust, we have something from the 1980s...
...called a Dustbuster.
MARTY: I can't lose. DOC: Up here!
- Doc, what's going on? - Stand by. I'll park over there.
MARTY: Yeah, all right.
MARTY: Hey, right on time.
Flying DeLorean?
BIFF: I haven't seen one in 30 years.
MARTY JR: Sorry. Excuse me. Sorry.
MARTY JR: I'm walking here! I'm walking here!
- What the hell? - Don't drive trank, low-res scuzzball!
Two of them?
DOC: I left him in a suspended animation kennel.
Einstein never knew I was gone!
Marty!
What in the name of Sir Isaac H. Newton happened here?
Doc, my kid showed up. All hell broke loose.
Your kid?
Great Scott, I was afraid of this.
I used it on Jennifer. There wasn't enough power left to knock your son out for a full hour.
Doc, Doc, look at this!
It's changing.
GRIFF: I was framed!
Yes! Yes, of course!
DOC: Because this hoverboard incident occurred, Griff goes to jail.
Your son won't go with him tonight. That robbery won't take place!
History, future history, has been altered, and this is proof!
We've succeeded, not as planned, but no matter. Let's get Jennifer and go home!
MARTY: Hi, Einie. Hi, buddy.
DOC: What's this? MARTY: A souvenir.
"50 years of sports statistics."
DOC: Hardly recreational reading material.
Doc, what's the harm in bringing back some info on the future?
We could place some bets.
DOC: I didn't invent the time machine for financial gain!
The intent is to gain a clearer perception of humanity.
Our past, our future, the pitfalls, the possibilities...
...the perils, and the promise. Perhaps an answer to that universal question, "Why?"
I'm all for that.
What's wrong with making a few bucks on the side?
DOC: I am going to put this in the trash.
Great Scott!
COP: McFly, Jennifer Jane Parker, 3793 Oakhurst Street...
...Hilldale, age 47.
PARTNER: 47? That's a hell of a good face-lift!
- What's happening? - They used her thumbprint to assess her ID.
Since thumbprints never change, they assume she's the future Jennifer.
MARTY: We got to stop them.
How? Tell them we're time travelers? They'd have us committed.
COP: She's clean. We take her home.
PARTNER: To Hilldale?
We won't get there before dark.
They're taking her to your future home!
We'll arrive shortly thereafter, get her, and return to 1985.
I'll see where I live. See myself as an old man?
No, that could result in... Great Scott!
Jennifer could conceivably encounter her future self!
The consequences could be disastrous!
- What do you mean? - I foresee two possibilities.
One, seeing herself 30 years older would put her into shock, and she'd pass out...
...or two, the encounter could create a time paradox...
...and cause a chain reaction that would unravel...
...the space-time continuum and destroy the entire universe!
Granted, that's a worst-case scenario.
The destruction might be localized, limited to our own galaxy.
Well, that's a relief.
[Jets firing]
Let's go and find Jennifer before she finds herself.
DOC: The skyway's jammed. It'll take forever to get there.
And this stays here!
I didn't invent the time machine to win at gambling, but to travel through time!
I know.
So, Doc Brown invented a time machine.
Hilldale.
COP: Nothing but a breeding ground for tranks, lobos, and zipheads.
PARTNER: Yeah, they ought to tear this whole place down.
DOOR: Welcome home, Jennifer.
COP: You got a little tranked, but I think you can walk.
PARTNER: Ma'am, you should reprogram. It's dangerous in the dark.
JENNIFER: Lights on? COP: Yes. Now, look.
COP: Just take it easy, and you'll be fine.
And be careful in the future.
The future?
Have a nice day, Mrs. McFly.
TV: Broadcasting beautiful views 24 hours a day.
You're tuned to the Scenery Channel.
I'm in the future.
I get married in the Chapel O Love?
MARLENE: Mom? Mom, is that you?
JENNIFER: I got to get out of here!
[Doorbell rings]
MARLENE: Mom!
[Doorbell rings]
Mom? Mom, is that you?
MARLENE: Grandma! LORRAINE: Sweetheart!
Hi!
- What happened to Grandpa? - He threw his back out again.
- How's Granddad's little pumpkin? - How did you do that?
GEORGE: Out on the golf course.
LORRAINE: Are your folks home yet? I brought pizza!
- Who's going to eat all that? - I will.
Damn this traffic!
Jennifer, old Jennifer gets home around now. I hope we're not too late.
- What is it? What's the matter, Doc? - I thought I saw a taxi.
I thought it was following us.
LORRAINE: I can't believe this window's still broken.
MARLENE: When the repairman called Daddy a chicken...
... Daddy threw him out of the house. Now nobody will fix it.
Look how worn out this is.
LORRAINE: Your father's biggest problem is that he loses all self-control...
... when someone calls him chicken.
How often have we heard it?
"Mom, I can't let him think I'm chicken."
You're right. Well, you're right!
LORRAINE: About 30 years ago, your father tried to prove he wasn't chicken.
He ended up in an automobile accident.
MARLENE: With the Rolls-Royce?
Automobile accident.
All right, Einie, let's find Jennifer.
MARTY: I live in Hilldale? This is great!
DOC: Stay here, change clothes. If I need you, I'll holler.
MARTY: I want to check out my house.
DOC: We can't risk you running into your older self. Einie, let's go.
Hilldale.
MARTY: This is bitchin'.
[Ominous instrumental music]
METER: One, seven, four point five zero.
DRIVER: That will be $174.50. BIFF: Here.
Be careful in this neighborhood.
BIFF: Where's my receipt? DRIVER: Right here.
PARROT: How about a tip?
[Parrot laughing]
[Ominous instrumental music]
That accident caused a chain reaction, sending Marty's life down the tubes.
LORRAINE: Otherwise, your father's life would have turned out differently.
The man wouldn't have pressed charges...
...Marty wouldn't have broken his hand, given up on his music...
... and spent years feeling sorry for himself.
MARTY JR: Hey, Mom, nice pants.
LORRAINE: The reason your mother married him...
Mom?
MARTY JR: Turn off.
MARTY JR: I want channels 18, 24, 63, 109, 87, and the Weather Channel.
TV: Bringing you the world's weather 24 hours a day.
TV: Weather conditions remain the same...
TV: Board-certified implant surgeons...
DOOR: Welcome home, Marty.
MARTY JR: Dad's home.
MARTY SR: That's right. He's home. Dad's home.
DOOR: Lord of the manor. MARTY SR: Hello.
DOOR: King of the castle. MARTY SR: Hello.
What the hell is this?
THERMOSTAT: Lithium mode on.
Yeah. That's better.
Damned kids.
Hey, Son.
Watching a little TV for a change?
MARTY: Son of a...
[Foreboding instrumental music]
MARTY JR: I'm hungry. MARTY SR: Just wait your turn.
MARTY JR: When it's ready, shove it in my mouth.
MARTY SR: Don't you be a smart-ass.
MARTY JR: Hey! The Atrocity Channel.
Hydrate level 4, please.
[Juices gurgling]
[Ding]
MARTY JR: Is it ready?
LORRAINE: Here you go.
MARTY SR: Mom, you sure can hydrate a pizza.
MARTY SR: I'm sorry. I missed that whole thing.
LORRAINE: I'm just worried about Jennifer.
LORRAINE: Why isn't she home? MARTY SR: I'm not sure where Jennifer is, Mom.
She should have been home hours ago.
- I can't keep track... - Fruit!
- Fruit, please. - She's in one of those moods.
LORRAINE: Aren't you and her getting along?
Yeah. Great, Mom. We're like a couple of teenagers.
[Phone ringing]
Dad, telephone. It's Needles.
Dad, it's for you.
All right. Well, I'll take that in the den.
Retract.
MARTY SR: Hello. In here, please.
Hey, the big M.
How's it hanging, McFly?
Hey, Needles.
Needles?
Did you look at my little business proposal?
MARTY SR: I don't know. NEEDLES: Why are you worried?
If this works, your financial problems are solved.
And if it doesn't work, Needles, I could get fired.
It's illegal. I mean, what if the Jits is monitoring?
NEEDLES: The Jits will never find out. MARTY SR: God.
Come on. Stick your card in the slot, and I'll handle it.
NEEDLES: Unless you want everyone in the division to think you're chicken.
Nobody calls me chicken, Needles.
MARTY SR: Nobody! NEEDLES: All right.
Prove it.
All right.
MARTY SR: All right, Needles.
MARTY SR: Here's my card.
Scan it. I'm in.
NEEDLES: Thanks, McFly. I'll see you at the plant tomorrow.
Shit.
McFly!
MARTY SR: Fujitsu-san.
McFly...
... I was monitoring that scan you just interfaced.
You are terminated!
Terminated. No! It wasn't my fault, sir.
- Needles was behind it. - And you cooperated.
It was a sting operation. I was setting him up.
Read my fax!
MARTY SR: No! Please! I cannot be fired.
I'm fired.
MARTY SR: This is heavy.
What am I going to tell Jennifer?
DOC: Jennifer. Jennifer.
Doc. Am I glad to see you.
Go out the front door. I'll meet you there.
But it doesn't open. There's no doorknob.
Press your thumb to the plate.
What plate?
[Out-of-tune strumming]
LORRAINE: What does this fax mean?
MARTY SR: Mom. It's a joke, an office joke. It's a joke fax.
LORRAINE: I heard you yell. MARTY SR: Calm down. I wasn't yelling.
Needles and I were just joking.
DOOR: Welcome home, Jennifer.
MARTY SR: Lost my job, Mom? Get out of town.
- I'm young! - I'm old!
DOC: Marty! Marty!
Marty, come quick! Quick!
[Cane snaps]
[Painful groaning]
DOC: She encountered her older self and went into shock.
She'll be fine.
Let's get her back to 1985.
DOC: Then I'll destroy the time machine.
MARTY: Destroy it?
What about that stuff about humanity and where we're going?
DOC: The risks are too great, as this incident proves.
And I was behaving responsibly.
Imagine if the time machine fell into the wrong hands?
[Painful scream]
DOC: My only regret...
... is that I'll never get a chance to visit my favorite historical era...
... the Old West.
But time traveling is just too dangerous.
Better that I devote myself to study...
...the other great mystery of the universe:
Women.
DOC: Marty, Einie, brace yourselves for temporal displacement.
[Electrical explosion]
Did we make it?
Are we back?
[Airplane jet exhaust]
We're back.
[Tires screeching]
Let's put her in the swing. You can return in your truck and wake her.
DOC: When she awakens here in her own house...
...you can convince her it was a dream.
MARTY: We're just leaving her here?
Disorientation will help convince her it was a dream.
How long will she be out?
DOC: I'm not quite sure. She received quite a shock.
Could be a few minutes, probably a couple of hours.
- You better bring smelling salts. - You're the doc, Doc.
Come on. Let's go, Einie.
DOC: Don't worry. She'll be fine.
I don't remember bars being on these windows.
DOC: If you need me, I'll be in my lab dismantling this thing.
MARTY: Right.
What the hell?
[Hysterical screaming]
MARTY: Wait a minute. What are you doing in my room?
- Rape! Mom! - Okay. Okay.
GIRL: Dad, help! DAD: Freeze, sucker!
- I don't want any trouble. - You got trouble now, you piece of trash.
DAD: What are you doing here? MARTY: I'm in the wrong house.
DAD: You got that right, you son of a...
- Look. I made a mistake. - Damned right you made a mistake!
DAD: I'm going to tear your ass up!
That's right. You keep running, sucker! Tell that realty company that I ain't selling!
We won't be terrorized!
[Apprehensive instrumental music]
[Distant gunshots and screaming]
[Dog howling]
[Foreboding instrumental music]
[Police sirens approaching]
This has got to be the wrong year.
[Helicopter patrolling overhead]
MARTY: 1985?
MARTY: It can't be. STRICKLAND: Drop it.
So you're the son of a bitch who's been stealing my papers.
Mr. Strickland.
MARTY: Mr. Strickland. It's me, sir. Marty. STRICKLAND: Who?
Martin McFly. Don't you know me from school?
I've never seen you before in my life, but you look like a slacker.
Yeah, that's right. I am a slacker.
- You gave me detention last week. - The school burned down six years ago.
You have three seconds to get off my porch with your nuts intact.
STRICKLAND: One. MARTY: I just want to know what's going on.
Two.
[Tires screeching]
PUNKS: Strickland!
PUNKS: Yeah!
[Machine-gun fire]
[Bullets ricocheting]
[Panicked gasping]
[Shotgun blast]
Eat lead, slackers!
[Battle cry]
[Rock music plays]
Watch where you're going, crazy drunk pedestrian.
Red.
[Fuse blowing]
RECORDING: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Biff Tannen Museum.
Dedicated to Hill Valley's number one citizen...
... and America's greatest living folk hero...
... the one and only Biff Tannen.
Of course we've all heard the legend, but who is the man?
Inside you'll learn how Biff became one of the richest men in America.
Learn the amazing history of the Tannen family...
... starting with his grandfather Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen...
... fastest gun in the West.
See Biff's humble beginnings and how a trip to the racetrack...
... on his 21st birthday made him a millionaire overnight.
Share in the excitement of a fabulous winning streak...
... that earned him the nickname "The Luckiest Man on Earth."
Learn how Biff parlayed that lucky winning streak...
... into the vast empire called Biffco.
Discover how in 1979...
... Biff successfully lobbied to legalize gambling...
... and turned Hill Valley's dilapidated courthouse...
... into a beautiful casino hotel.
BIFF: I just want to say one thing: God bless America!
RECORDING: Meet the women who shared his passion...
... as he searched for true love...
... and relive Biff's happiest moment...
... as in 1973 he realized his romantic dream...
... by marrying his high school sweetheart Lorraine Baines McFly.
BIFF: Third time's the charm.
MARTY: No!
LACKEY: Come with us upstairs.
- Let me go. - We can do this the easy way or the hard way.
RECORDING: The easy way.
[Dreamy instrumental harp]
MARTY: Mom? Mom, is that you? LORRAINE: Just relax, Marty.
LORRAINE: You've been asleep for almost two hours.
I had a horrible nightmare. It was terrible.
LORRAINE: Well, you're safe and sound now, back on the good old 27th floor.
27th floor!
Mom? Mom, that can't be you.
Well, yes, it's me, Marty. Are you all right?
I'm fine. I'm fine. It's just that you're so... You're so...
...big.
Everything's going to be fine, Marty. Are you hungry?
I can call room service.
Room service?
BIFF: Lorraine! LORRAINE: Oh, my God. It's your father.
My father?
You're supposed to be in Switzerland, you son of a bitch!
My father!
You got kicked out of another boarding school?
Do you know how much dough I've blown on your no-good kids?
What the hell do you care? We can afford it.
The least we can do with that money is provide a better life for our children.
Hold on. Let's get this straight.
Marty is your kid, not mine.
All the world's money wouldn't help that lazy bum.
LORRAINE: Stop it, Biff. Just stop it.
Look at him.
He's a butthead, just like his old man was.
Don't you dare speak that way about George.
You're not even half the man he was.
MARTY: You son of a bitch!
[Tearful moaning]
BIFF: Always the little hothead?
You want to take a poke at me?