Shape up, man. You’re a slacker. You wanna be a slacker for the rest of your life? Yeah, he’s right here. Don’t worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88 miles per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will be fine. Uh, well, okay Biff, uh, I’ll finish that on up tonight and I’ll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning. Yeah, exactly.
What, well you mean like a date? Biff. In that case, I’ll tell you strait out. Well, you mean, it makes perfect sense. Yeah, well uh, lets keep this brain melting stuff to ourselves, okay?
What, I don’t get what happened. Yeah, I think maybe you do. 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. Marty, you didn’t fall asleep, did you? Dammit, Doc, why did you have to tear up that letter? If only I had more time. Wait a minute, I got all the time I want I got a time machine, I’ll just go back and warn him. 10 minutes oughta do it. Time-circuits on, flux-capacitor fluxing, engine running, alright. No, no no no no, c’mon c’mon. C’mon c’mon, here we go, this time. Please, please, c’mon.
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