...is that you?

Lorraine: There, there, now...

...just relax.

You've been asleep for almost nine hours now.

Marty: I had a horrible nightmare...

...dreamed I went...

...back in time.

It was terrible.

Lorraine: Well...

...safe and sound, now, back in good old 1955.

Marty: 1955?!

You're my ma...

...you're my ma.

Lorraine: My name's Lorraine...

...Lorraine Baines.

Marty: Yeah...

...but you're uh...

...you're so uh...

... you're so...

...thin!

Lorraine: Just relax now Calvin, you've got a big bruise on you're head.

Marty: Ah, where're my pants?

Lorraine: Over there...

...on my hope chest.

I've never seen purple underwear before, Calvin.

Marty: Calvin...

...why do you keep calling me Calvin?

Lorraine: Well that's your name, isn't it?

Calvin Klein.

It's written all over your underwear.

I guess they call you Cal, huh?

Marty: Actually, people...

...call me Marty.

Lorraine: Oh...

...pleased to meet you, Calvin...

...Marty...

...Klein.

Do you mind if I sit here?

Marty: No, fine, no, good, fine...

...good.

Lorraine: That's a big bruise you have there.

Stella: Lorraine, are you up there?

Lorraine: My god, it's my mother.

Quick!

Put your pants back on.

Stella: So tell me, Marty, how long have you been in port?

Marty: Excuse me.

Stella: Yeah, I guessed you're a sailor, aren't you, that's why you wear that life preserver.

Marty: Uh, coast guard.

Stella: Sam, here's the young man you hit with your car out there.

He's alright, thank god.

Sam: What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age?

Stella: Don't pay any attention to him, he's in one of his moods.

Sam, quit fiddling with that thing, come in here to dinner.

Now let's see, you already know Lorraine...

...this is Milton, this is Sally...

...that's Toby...

...and over there in the playpen is little baby Joey.

Marty: So you're my Uncle Joey.

Better get used to these bars, kid.

Stella: Yes, Joey just loves being in his playpen.

He cries whenever we take him out so we just leave him in there all the time.

Well Marty, I hope you like meatloaf.

Marty: Well, uh, listen, uh, I really...

Lorraine: Sit here, Marty.

Stella: Sam, stop fiddling with that thing and come in here and eat your dinner.

Sam: Ho ho ho, look at it roll.

Now we could watch Jackie Gleason while we eat.

Lorraine: Our first television set, Dad just picked it up today.

Do you have a television?

Marty: Well yeah, you know we have two of them.

Milton: Wow!

You must be rich.

Stella: Oh honey, he's teasing you, nobody has two television sets.

Marty: Hey...

...hey, I've seen this one, I've seen this one. This is a classic.

...this is where Ralph dresses up as the man from space.

Milton: What do you mean you've seen this?

...it's brand new.

Marty: Yeah well, I saw it on a...

...rerun.

Milton: What's a rerun?

Marty: You'll find out.

Stella: You know Marty, you look so familiar, do I know your mother?

Marty: Yeah, I think maybe you do.

Stella: Oh, then I wanna give her a call, I don't want her to worry about you.

Marty: You can't, uh...

...that is, uh, nobody's here.

Nobody's home.

Stella: Oh.

Marty: Yet.

Stella: Oh.

Marty: Uh listen, do you know where Riverside Drive is?

Sam: It's uh, the other end of town, a block past Maple.

East end of town.

Marty: A block passed Maple, that's John F. Kennedy Drive.

Sam: Who the hell is John F. Kennedy?

Lorraine: Uh, mother...

...uh...

...with Marty's parents out of town...

...don't you think he ought to spend the night...

...after all, Dad almost killed him with the car.

Stella: That's true, Marty.

I think you should spend the night. I think you're our responsibility.

Marty: Well gee, I don't know.

Lorraine: And he could sleep in my room.

Marty: I gotta go, uh...

...I gotta go. Thanks very much, it was wonderful, you were all great.

See you all later...

...much later.

Stella: He's a very strange young man.

Sam: He's an idiot.

...comes from upbringing, parents were probably idiots too.

Lorraine, if you ever have a kid like that, I'll disown you.