*talking over the noise of the machine* "That's the way it was for me and Jennifer. We couldn't keep our eyes off each other." *realises* "God, Jennifer. Damn. I hope she's alright, Doc. I can't believe we just left her there on the porch."
*talking over the noise of the machine* "That's the way it was for me and Jennifer. We couldn't keep our eyes off each other." *realises* "God, Jennifer. Damn. I hope she's alright, Doc. I can't believe we just left her there on the porch."
*also talking over noise of machine* "Don't worry, Marty, she'll be fine! When you burned the almanac in 1955, the normal timeline was restored, so once we get back to 1985, you just have to go over to her house and wake her up."
*talking over the noise of the machine* "That's the way it was for me and Jennifer. We couldn't keep our eyes off each other." *realises* "God, Jennifer. Damn. I hope she's alright, Doc. I can't believe we just left her there on the porch."
"Don't worry Marty, she'll be fine. When you burned the almanac in 1955, the normal timeline was restored. Once we're back in 1985, all you have to do is go over to her house and wake her up!" *the machine makes a loud whistle* "Marty! Turn that valve over there! All the way to the right! Alright!" *the machine blows cold air and then a couple of ice cubes fall into a bowl, puts them into a glass* "Iced tea?"
"No thanks." *walks past Doc, looking at machine in amazement* "It's a refrigerator."
"Well, it looks like Ms. Clayton will have to find different transportation. If I never meet the woman, there's no chance of a romantic infatuation, right?"
"Well, it looks like Ms. Clayton will have to find different transportation. If I never meet the woman, there's no chance of a romantic infatuation, right?"
*adjusting hat* "Yeah, it's no big deal. We have Mr. Fusion, right?"
*in dramatic tone* "Mr. Fusion powers the time circuits and the flux capacitor, but the internal combustion engine runs on ordinary gasoline. It always has. There won't be a gas station around here until sometime in the next century. Without gasoline, we can't get the DeLorean up to 88 miles per hour..."
*in dramatic tone* "Mr. Fusion powers the time circuits and the flux capacitor, but the internal combustion engine runs on ordinary gasoline. It always has. There won't be a gas station around here until sometime in the next century. Without gasoline, we can't get the DeLorean up to 88 miles per hour..."
"I know, I know, I know! I wish..... wait, I've got it! We can roll it down a steep hill..... no, we'd never find a smooth enough surface. Unless..... of course..... ice! We can wait until winter when the lake freezes over..."
"Okay, let's think about this logically. We know it won't run under its own power, we know we can't pull it...but! If we could figure out a way to push it up to 88 miles per hour." *train whistle blows* "I've got it!"
"Okay, let's think about this logically. We know it won't run under its own power, we know we can't pull it...but! If we could figure out a way to push it up to 88 miles per hour."
"Winter?! Doc, what are you talking about?" *motions to calendar* "Monday, it's three days away!"
"Winter?! Doc, what are you talking about?" *motions to calendar* "Monday, it's three days away!"
"Alright, alright, alright, let's think this thing through logically. We know it won't run under its own power, we know we can't pull it... But, if we could figure out a way to push it up to 88 miles an hour, huh?
"Alright, alright, alright, let's think this thing through logically. We know it won't run under its own power, we know we can't pull it... But, if we could figure out a way to push it up to 88 miles an hour, huh?
*train whistle in background*
"...That's it!"
"How fast can she go? Why, I've had her up to 55 myself. I heard that fearless Frank Fargo got one of these up near 70 out near [something] junction."
"Oh, it's just a little bet he and I have, that's all! Theoretically speaking, could it be done?"
"Well, I suppose if you could find a straight stretch of track with a level grade, and you ain't pullin no cars behind you, and if you could get the fire hot enough, and I mean hotter than the blazes of Hell and damnation itself...Well, yeah, it might be possible to get her up that fast."
"Here! This stretch of track that runs three miles out to Clayton Ravine. This is where we'll push the DeLorean with the locomotive. Funny, this map calls Clayton Ravine Shonash Ravine, that must be the old Indian name for it. It's perfect. It's a nice long stretch of level track that will still exist in 1985 and goes across the bridge, you know, over near that Hilldale Housing Development."
"Here! This stretch of track that runs three miles out to Clayton Ravine. This is where we'll push the DeLorean with the locomotive. Funny, this map calls Clayton Ravine Shonash Ravine, that must be the old Indian name for it. It's perfect. It's a nice long stretch of level track that will still exist in 1985 and goes across the bridge, you know, over near that Hilldale Housing Development."
"Right Doc but according to this map.." *bluntly* "There is no bridge."
*cut to the unfinished bridge*
"Well, Doc. We can scratch that idea." *starts walking back* "I mean, we can't wait around a year and a half for this thing to get finished."
"Don't you see? The bridge will exist in 1985. It's safe and still in use. Therefore, as long we get the DeLorean up to 88 miles an hour before we hit the edge of the ravine, we'll instantaneously arrive at a point in time where the bridge is completed. We'll have track under us, and coast safely across the ravine!" *grabs reins and gets on horse*
"Don't you see? The bridge will exist in 1985. It's safe and still in use. Therefore, as long we get the DeLorean up to 88 miles an hour before we hit the edge of the ravine, we'll instantaneously arrive at a point in time where the bridge is completed. *grabs reins and gets on horse* We'll have track under us, and coast safely across the ravine!"
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*looks back suddenly* "Oh! Her name's Miss Clayton! Clara Clayton!"
*tosses hat and walks over* "Well, Doc." *smoothes back hair* "Now we know who Clara is." *gives knowing look to Doc*
"Marty! The idea that I could fall in love at first sight? It's romantic nonsense! There's no scientific rationale for that!"
*starts making adjustments to the very loud machine*
"Aw, c'mon Doc. It's not science. You meet the right girl, it just hits you; it's like lightning."
Déjà vu.
"Marty, please, don't say that!
*talking over the noise of the machine* "That's the way it was for me and Jennifer. We couldn't keep our eyes off each other." *realises* "God, Jennifer. Damn. I hope she's alright, Doc. I can't believe we just left her there on the porch."
*also talking over noise of machine* "Don't worry, Marty, she'll be fine! When you burned the almanac in 1955, the normal timeline was restored, so once we get back to 1985, you just have to go over to her house and wake her up."
"Don't worry Marty, she'll be fine. When you burned the almanac in 1955, the normal timeline was restored. Once we're back in 1985, all you have to do is go over to her house and wake her up!" *the machine makes a loud whistle* "Marty! Turn that valve over there! All the way to the right! Alright!" *the machine blows cold air and then a couple of ice cubes fall into a bowl, puts them into a glass* "Iced tea?"
"No thanks." *walks past Doc, looking at machine in amazement* "It's a refrigerator."
"Well, it looks like Ms. Clayton will have to find different transportation. If I never meet the woman, there's no chance of a romantic infatuation, right?"
"You're the doc, Doc."
*grabs coat and hat* "Alright! Let's get the DeLorean and get ourselves back to the future."
*grabs hat* "Oh listen, Doc. I tore a hole in the gas tank when I was landed so we're going to have to patch it up and get some gas." *puts hat on*
*stops and stares at Marty, wide-eyed* "You mean we're out of gas?"
*adjusting hat* "Yeah, it's no big deal. We have Mr. Fusion, right?"
*in dramatic tone* "Mr. Fusion powers the time circuits and the flux capacitor, but the internal combustion engine runs on ordinary gasoline. It always has. There won't be a gas station around here until sometime in the next century. Without gasoline, we can't get the DeLorean up to 88 miles per hour..."
"...So what do we do?"
*cut to horses pulling the DeLorean* "24!"
"Bartender says that's the strongest stuff they got."
"Try it, Marty."
Marty tries to start the car, but it stalls. There is a strange noise coming from the back of the car.
"Need more gas..."
*a part of the DeLorean explodes and flies out the back, picks it up*
"Damn! Blew the fuel injection manifold. Strong stuff alright. It'll take a month to rebuild it."
"A month?" *throws busted fuel injection manifold on the ground* "Doc, you're going to get shot on Monday!"
"Winter! Doc! Monday! It's three days away!"
"Winter?! Doc, what are you talking about?" *motions to calendar* "Monday, it's three days away!"
EDIT: Smallo, you're killing me here.
"Alright, alright, alright, let's think this thing through logically. We know it won't run under its own power, we know we can't pull it... But, if we could figure out a way to push it up to 88 miles an hour, huh?
*train whistle in background*
"...That's it!"
"How fast can she go? Why, I've had her up to 55 myself. I heard that fearless Frank Fargo got one of these up near 70 out near [something] junction."
"Do you think it's possible to get it up to ninety?"
"Ha! Ninety? Tarnation son, who'd ever need to be in such a hurry."
"Oh, it's just a little bet he and I have, that's all! Theoretically speaking, could it be done?"
"Well, I suppose if you could find a straight stretch of track with a level grade, and you ain't pullin no cars behind you, and if you could get the fire hot enough, and I mean hotter than the blazes of Hell and damnation itself...Well, yeah, it might be possible to get her up that fast."
"Monday morning at 8 o'clock."
"Here! This stretch of track that runs three miles out to Clayton Ravine. This is where we'll push the DeLorean with the locomotive. Funny, this map calls Clayton Ravine Shonash Ravine, that must be the old Indian name for it. It's perfect. It's a nice long stretch of level track that will still exist in 1985 and goes across the bridge, you know, over near that Hilldale Housing Development."
"Right Doc but according to this map.." *bluntly* "There is no bridge."
*cut to the unfinished bridge*
"Well, Doc. We can scratch that idea." *starts walking back* "I mean, we can't wait around a year and a half for this thing to get finished."
"Marty, it's perfect. You're just not thinking fourth-dimensionally."
"Right, right. I have a real problem with that."
"Don't you see? The bridge will exist in 1985. It's safe and still in use. Therefore, as long we get the DeLorean up to 88 miles an hour before we hit the edge of the ravine, we'll instantaneously arrive at a point in time where the bridge is completed. We'll have track under us, and coast safely across the ravine!" *grabs reins and gets on horse*
*gets on horse* "What about the locomotive?"