This sounds pretty heavy. Jennifer, oh are you a sight for sore eyes. Let me look at you. Last night, Darth Vader came down from planet Vulcan. And he told me that if I didn’t take Lorraine, that he’d melt my brain. Listen, woh. Hello, uh excuse me. Sorry about your barn. Nothing.

Watch it, Goldie. Yes, definitely, god-dammit George, swear. Okay, so now, you come up, you punch me in the stomach, I’m out for the count, right? And you and Lorraine live happily ever after. No no no this sucker’s electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity- whoa, this is it, this is the part coming up, Doc. Yoo.

I know what you’re gonna say, son, and you’re right, you’re right, But Biff just happens to be my supervisor, and I’m afraid I’m not very good at confrontations. 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. Oh, hi , Marty. I didn’t hear you come in. Fascinating device, this video unit. George. Are those my clocks I hear?