Yoda: Powerful you have become Dooku, the dark side I sense in you.
Count Dooku: I have become more powerful than any Jedi. Even you.
Yoda: Much to learn, you still have.

Young Doc: All you got to do is drive directly toward that screen accelerating up to 88 miles an hour.
Marty McFly: Wait a minute, Doc. It I go driving straight towards that screen, I'm gonna crash into those Indians.
Young Doc: Marty, you're not thinking fourth dimensionally. You'll soon enough be transferred back into 1885, and those Indians won't even be there.

Doc: Each detonation will be accompanied by a sudden burst of acceleration. Hopefully, we'll hit 88 mph, before the needle gets much past 2000.
Marty McFly: Why, what happens when it hits 2000?
Doc: The whole boiler explodes.
Marty McFly: Perfect!

To the forward command center take me.

Yoda

Control, control. You must learn control.

Yoda

Undertaker: Excuse me, Mr. Eastwood. I just need your measurement.
Marty McFly: Hey. Look, buddy. I do'nt want to buy a suit.
Undertaker: No. This is for your coffin.
Marty McFly: My coffin?
Undertaker: Well, the odds are running 2 to 1 against you. Might as well be prepared.

Marty McFly: I had this horrible nightmare. Dreamed I w-... dreamed I was in a western. And I was being chased by all these Indians... and a bear.
Maggie McFly: Well... you're safe and sound here, now, at the McFly farm.
Marty McFly: McFly farm? Why, you're my, my, my... who are you?

Bartender: Emmett! What can I get you? The usual?
Doc: No, Chester, I'm gonna need something a lot stronger than that tonight.
Bartender: Sarsaparilla?
Doc: Whiskey, Chester.

Listen up, Eastwood! I intend to shoot somebody today and I'd prefer it to be you. But if you're just too damn yellow, I guess it'll just have to be a blacksmith.

Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen

Count Dooku: As you can see, my Jedi powers are far beyond yours. Now, back down.
Obi-Wan: I don't think so.

Doc: And in the future, we don't need horses. We have motorized carriages called automobiles.
Saloon Old Timer #3: If everybody's got one of these auto-whatsits, does anybody walk or run anymore?
Doc: Of course we run. But for recreation. For fun.
Saloon Old Timer #3: Run for fun? What the hell kind of fun is that?

Doc: Marty, you're going to have to do something about those clothes. You walk around town dressed like that, you're liable to get shot.
Marty McFly: Or hanged.
Doc: What idiot dressed you in that outfit?
Marty McFly: You did.

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