Doc: About 30 years...

...it's a nice round number.

Marty: Look me up when you get there, right?

...guess I'll be about...

...47.

Doc: I will.

Marty: Take care.

Doc: You too.

Marty: Alright.

...good-bye Einy.

Oh, watch that re-entry...

...it's a little bumpy.

Doc: You bet.

Marty: What a nightmare.

Lynda: Oh, if Paul calls me tell him I'm working at the boutique late tonight.

David: Lynda, first of all, I'm not your answering service.

Second of all, somebody named Greg or Craig called you just a little while ago.

Lynda: Now which one was it, Greg or Craig?

David: I don't know, I can't keep up with all of your boyfriends.

Marty: Hey!

What the hell is this?

Lynda: Breakfast.

David: What, did you sleep in your clothes again last night?

Marty: Yeah...

...yeah, what are you wearing, Dave?

David: Marty...

...I always wear a suit to the office.

You alright?

Marty: Yeah.

Loraine: I think we need a rematch.

George: Oh, oh a rematch, why, were you cheating?

Loraine: No!

George: Hello.

Loraine: Good morning.

Marty: Mom...

...Dad.

Loraine: Marty, are you alright? George: Did you hurt your head?

Marty: You guys...

Marty: You guys are great!

Mom, you look so thin.

Loraine: Why thank you, Marty.

George!

Good morning, sleepyhead.

Good morning, Dave.

David: Good morning, Mom.

Lynda: Oh, Marty, I almost forgot, Jennifer Parker called.

Loraine: Oh, I sure like her, Marty, she is such a sweet girl.

Isn't tonight the night of the big date?

Marty: What, what, ma?

Loraine: Well, aren't you going up to the lake tonight, you've been planning it for two weeks.

Marty: Well, ma, we talked about this, we're not gonna go to the lake...

...the car's wrecked.

George: Wrecked?

David: Wrecked?

When the hell did this happen?

George: Quiet down, I'm sure the car is fine.

David: Why am I always the last one to know about these things?

George: See, there's Biff out there waxing it right now. Uh...

Now, Biff, I wanna make sure that we get two coats of wax this time, not just one.

Biff: Just finishing up the second coat now.

George: Now Biff...

...don't con me.

Biff: I'm, I'm sorry, Mr. McFly...

I mean, I was just starting on the second coat.

George: That Biff, what a character.

Always trying to get away with something.

Been on top of Biff ever since high school.

Although, if it wasn't for him...

Loraine: We never would have fallen in love.

George: That's right.

Biff: Mr. McFly, Mr. McFly...

... this just arrived, oh hi Marty. I think it's your new book.

Loraine: Ah, honey, your first novel!

George: Like I always told you, if you put your mind to it...

...you could accomplish anything.

Biff: Oh, oh Marty...

Marty, here's you keys.

You're all waxed up, ready for tonight.

Marty: Keys?

Jennifer: How about a ride, Mister?

Marty: Jennifer...

...oh are you a sight for sore eyes.

Let me look at you.

Jennifer: Marty, you're acting like you haven't seen me in a week.

Marty: I haven't.

Jennifer: You okay?

Is everything alright?

Marty: Aw yeah.

Everything is great.