Wow! Since when did you become the physical type.

Griff Tannen

Hey, the big M! How's it hanging, McFly?


Marty McFly: I had a horrible nightmare. It was terrible.
Lorraine Baines: Well, you're safe and sound now. Back on the good old 27th floor.
Marty McFly: 27th floor?

Young Biff: How do you know how to do that? Nobody can start this car but me.
Old Biff: Just get in the car, Tannen. Today's your lucky day.

Old Biff: You always did have a way with women.
Young Biff: Get the hell out of my car, old man!
Old Biff: You wanna marry that girl, Biff? I can help make it happen.
Young Biff: Oh, yeah, who are you, Miss Lonely hearts?
Old Biff: Just get in the car, Butthead.
Young Biff: Who are you callin' "butthead." Butthead?

Oh and Marty, be careful around that Griff character, he's got a few short circuits. In his bionic implants.


Marty McFly: I don't understand this, Doc. How can this be happening? It's like we're in Hell or something.
Doc: No, it's Hill Valley. Although I can't imagine Hell being much worse!

Marty McFly: The 'Sports Almanac'. Son of a bitch stole my idea! He must have been listening when I... It's my fault! The whole thing's my fault. If I hadn't have boughten that damn book, then none of this would have ever happened.
Doc: Well, forget it Marty. That's all in the past.
Marty McFly: You mean the future.
Doc: Whatever! It demonstrates precisely how time travel can be misused, and why the time machine must be destroyed, after we straighten all of this out.

Marty McFly: Where are we? When are we?
Doc: We're descending towards Hill Valley, California, at 4:29 pm, on Wednesday, October 21st, 2015.
Marty McFly: 2015? You mean we're in the future?
Jennifer: Future? Marty, what do you mean? How can we be in the future?
Marty McFly: Jennifer, I don't know how to tell you this, but... you're in a time machine.
Jennifer: And this is the year 2015?
Doc: October 21st, 2015.

Biff Tannen: 300 bucks? 300 bucks for a couple of dents? Hey, that's bullshit, Terry.
Terry: No, Biff, it was horse shit! And it was all over your car! I had to pay old man Jones 80 bucks to haul it away!
Biff Tannen: Old Man Jones! Probably re-sold it too. I oughtta get something for that!
Terry: You want to get something for it! You can go inside and you can call Old Man Jones! If he wants to give you a refund, that's fine!

Marty McFly: Nice shot Doc! You're not going to believe this, we have to go back to 1955.
Doc: I don't believe it!

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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