The Doc set all of his clocks twenty-five minutes slow. Right. Lou, gimme a milk, chocolate. Lorraine, my density has popped me to you. It’s taken me almost thirty years and my entire family fortune to realize the vision of that day, my god has it been that long. Things have certainly changed around here. I remember when this was all farmland as far as the eye could see. Old man Peabody, owned all of this. He had this crazy idea about breeding pine trees. Oh no, don’t touch that. That’s some new specialized weather sensing equipment. Perfect, just perfect.
Well, I guess that’s everything. That’s right, he’s gonna be mayor. Well, they’re your parents, you must know them. What are their common interests, what do they like to do together? No, not yet. That’s a Florence Nightingale effect. It happens in hospitals when nurses fall in love with their patients. Go to it, kid.
Doc, you don’t just walk into a store and ask for plutonium. Did you rip this off? Let him go, Biff, you’re drunk. Dammit, Doc, why did you have to tear up that letter? If only I had more time. Wait a minute, I got all the time I want I got a time machine, I’ll just go back and warn him. 10 minutes oughta do it. Time-circuits on, flux-capacitor fluxing, engine running, alright. No, no no no no, c’mon c’mon. C’mon c’mon, here we go, this time. Please, please, c’mon. Save the clock tower, save the clock tower. Mayor Wilson is sponsoring an initiative to replace that clock. Thirty years ago, lightning struck that clock tower and the clock hasn’t run since. We at the Hill Valley Preservation Society think it should be preserved exactly the way it is as part of our history and heritage. Yeah, it’s in the back.