Luke: Master Yoda, you can't die.
Yoda: Strong am I with the Force, but not that strong.

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?

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!

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.

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?

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.

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!

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.

Young Doc: Well, good luck for both our sakes. You've made a real difference in my life. See you in the future.
Marty McFly: You mean the past?
Young Doc: Exactly.

I don't dance very well when my partner has a gun in his hand.

Clara Clayton

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!

I wasn't strong enough to save you mum. I wasn't strong enough, but I promise I won't fail again.


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