George: "Uh, okay Biff. I'll finish all that up tonight and then I'll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning."
"but not to early i sleep in on Sundays. oh hey George your shoes untied. (slaps lightly on mcflys chin) (laughter) dont be so gullible mcfly. i dont want to see you in here again"
"but not to early i sleep in on Sundays. oh hey George your shoes untied. (slaps lightly on mcflys chin) (laughter) dont be so gullible mcfly. i dont want to see you in here again"
Lorraine McFly: When I was your age I never chased a boy or called a boy or sat in a parked car with a boy.
Linda McFly: Then how am I ever supposed to ever meet anybody?
Lorraine McFly: Well, it'll just happen, like the way I met your father.
Linda McFly: That was so stupid! Grampa hit him with the car!
Doc: "Well, since you never paid me for the job, I say that makes us even!"
"Wrong! See, I was on my horse when it threw the shoe and I got throwed off! And that cause me to bust a perfectly good bottle of fine Kentucky red eye! So way I figgur it blacksmith, you owe me five dollars for the whiskey, and seventy-five dollars for the horse!"
"Wrong! See, I was on my horse when it threw the shoe and I got throwed off! And that cause me to bust a perfectly good bottle of fine Kentucky red eye! So way I figgur it blacksmith, you owe me five dollars for the whiskey, and seventy-five dollars for the horse!"
*weakly* "That's the $80."
Doc: "Look! If your horse threw a shoe, bring him back and I'll reshoe him!"
*puts hand on shoulder* "Well it's good to see you, Marty." *manly hug* "Marty, you're going to have to do something about those clothes. You walk around town dressed like that, you're liable to get shot."
*puts hand on shoulder* "Well it's good to see you, Marty." *manly hug* "Marty, you're going to have to do something about those clothes. You walk around town dressed like that, you're liable to get shot."
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*laughs* "Alright, what about my homework, McFly?"
"You did." -Marty
George: "Uh, okay Biff. I'll finish all that up tonight and then I'll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning."
"but not to early i sleep in on Sundays. oh hey George your shoes untied. (slaps lightly on mcflys chin) (laughter) dont be so gullible mcfly. i dont want to see you in here again"
"Yeah, alright. Bye-bye"
*stares*
Linda McFly: Then how am I ever supposed to ever meet anybody?
Lorraine McFly: Well, it'll just happen, like the way I met your father.
Linda McFly: That was so stupid! Grampa hit him with the car!
Nobody calls me chicken!!!
Dun Dun dunnnnnnnn!
"You mean you have to use your hands? That's like a baby's toy!"
With the Kinect out now, I can't help but giggle (and cry...a little) at how that scene may become a reality...
Kids: "Yeah!"
Biff: "You want it back?"
Kids: "Yeah!"
Biff: "(throws ball on a roof) Well, go get it! ha-ha-ha!!"
...the wicked laugh in the end is so funny lol
(puts down spoon.) "What?!?"
"You're George McFly!"
"Yeah, who're you?'
Doc: "How do ya figure?"
"My horse threw a shoe! Seein as you was the one that done the shoein, I figger that makes you responsible!"
Edit: I love Buford's Old West talk, lol
Doc: "Well, since you never paid me for the job, I say that makes us even!"
Who doesn't?
"Wrong! See, I was on my horse when it threw the shoe and I got throwed off! And that cause me to bust a perfectly good bottle of fine Kentucky red eye! So way I figgur it blacksmith, you owe me five dollars for the whiskey, and seventy-five dollars for the horse!"
*weakly* "That's the $80."
Doc: "Look! If your horse threw a shoe, bring him back and I'll reshoe him!"
"I done shot that horse!"
Doc: "Well, that's your problem, Tannen!"
"Wrong. It's your's! So from now on, you'd best be lookin behind you when you walk, cause one day you're gonna get a bullet in your back!"
*stares dramatically, looking like a total bada$$ *
*as the Tannen gang rides off, croaks out*
"Doc!"
*scolding tone* "Marty, I gave you explicit instructions not to come here but to go directly back to 1985."
*still raspy*
"I know Doc, but...I had to come."
*puts hand on shoulder* "Well it's good to see you, Marty." *manly hug* "Marty, you're going to have to do something about those clothes. You walk around town dressed like that, you're liable to get shot."
*puts hand around throat*
"Or hanged."
"What idiot dressed you in that outfit?"
"They'll be quiet. You'll be quiet, right?"
"Oh yes! I play my tambourine very softly!"
*grins*
"You did."
*shotgun cocks loudly*
"Drop it!" *the kid immediately puts down the paper* "So you're the sonofabitch who's been stealing my newspapers."
"Mr. Strickland! Mr. Strickland. It- it- it's me, sir. It's Marty!"
"Who?!"
*panicked* "Marty McFly! Marty McFly! Don't you know me, sir? From school, sir!"
"I've never seen you before in my life, but you look to me like a slacker!"
"Yeah! That's right! That's right, I am a slacker! Don't you remember, you gave me detention last week!"