Mother, with Marty’s parents out of town, don’t you think he oughta spend the night, after all, Dad almost killed him with the car. A bolt of lightning, unfortunately, you never know when or where it’s ever gonna strike. We do now. Stop it. What, what is it hot?

Good, you could start by sweeping the floor. You extol me with a lot of confidence, Doc. Well yeah, you know we have two of them. Right, I got it. Good, you could start by sweeping the floor.

See, there’s Biff out there waxing it right now. Now, Biff, I wanna make sure that we get two coats of wax this time, not just one. C’mon, more, dammit. Jeez. Holy shit. Let’s see if you bastards can do ninety. What did I just say? That’s right, he’s gonna be mayor. Marty. Marty. Marty.

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