Alright kid, you stick to your father like glue and make sure that he takes her to the dance. Who are you? That’s Strickland. Jesus, didn’t that guy ever have hair? But I can’t go to the dance, I’ll miss my favorite television program, Science Fiction Theater. Uh, well, I haven’t finished those up yet, but you know I figured since they weren’t due till-
That’s him. Uh, well, okay Biff, uh, I’ll finish that on up tonight and I’ll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning. Yeah well, you shouldn’t drink. Oh. Oh yes sir.
Please note that Einstein’s clock is in complete synchronization with my control watch. Will you take care of that? I’ll be at my grandma’s. Here, let me give you the number. Bye. No, get out of town, my mom thinks I’m going camping with the guys. Well, Jennifer, my mother would freak out if she knew I was going up there with you. And I get this standard lecture about how she never did that kind of stuff when she was a kid. Now look, I think she was born a nun. I’m sure that in 1985, plutonium is available at every corner drug store, but in 1955, it’s a little hard to come by. Marty, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’re stuck here.
