300 Feet! Pretty neat, pretty neat!

Johnny Blaze

Mack: You should be taking a dirt nap after that ragdoll today.
Johnny Blaze: I got lucky.
Mack: I've got a dog named Lucky - he's got one eye and no nuts. Lucky don't cover it JB. You got an angel looking after you.
Johnny Blaze: Maybe it's something else.

Young Jennifer: I'm old!
Old Jennifer: I'm young!

Marty McFly: There he is, Doc! Let's land on him, we'll cripple his car.
Doc: Marty, he's in a '46 Ford, we're in a DeLorean. He'd rip through us like we were tin foil.

Young Doc: No! It can't be; I just sent you back to the future!
Marty McFly: No, I know; you did send me back to the future. But I'm back ... I'm back from the future.
Young Doc: Great Scott! [faints]
Marty McFly: Doc! Doc! Doc!

Biff Tannen, I wouldn't marry you if you had a million dollars.

Lorraine Baines

[watching chase unfold in 2015] There's something very familiar about all this.

Old Biff

Marty McFly: That's right, Doc. November 12, 1955.
Doc: Unbelievable that old Biff could have chosen that particular date. It could mean that, that point in time inherently contains some sort of cosmic significance. Almost as if it were the junction point for the entire space-time continuum. On the other hand, it could just be an amazing coincidence.

S. S. Strickland: So you're the son of a bitch who's been stealing my newspapers.
Marty McFly: Mr. Strickland! It- it- it's me, sir. Marty McFly!

S. S. Strickland: Who?
[jabs Marty with shotgun threateningly]
Marty McFly: Marty McFly! Marty McFly! Don't you know, Mr... From school, sir!
S. S. Strickland: I've never seen you before, but you look to me like a slacker!
Marty McFly: Yeah! That's right! That's right, I am a slacker! Don't you remember, you gave me detention last week!
S. S. Strickland: Last week? The school burnt down six years ago! Now you got exactly three seconds to get off my porch with your nuts intact!

Lorraine Baines: Are you all right?
Marty McFly: I'm fine, I'm fine. It's just that you're so... big...

Marty McFly: What about the police, Biff? They're gonna match up the bullet with that gun.
Biff Tannen: Kid, I own the police! Besides, they couldn't match up the bullet that killed your old man.
Marty McFly: You son of a bitch!
Biff Tannen: I suppose it's poetic justice. Two McFlys with the same gun.

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