It’s about the future, isn’t it? Biff, stop it. Biff, you’re breaking his arm. Biff, stop. Who’s are these? You do? What did she say? It’s your mom, she’s tracked you down. Quick, let’s cover the time machine.

Who? I, I don’t know. I do understand. If I know too much about my own future I could endanger my own existence, just as you endangered yours. Whoa, they really cleaned this place up, looks brand new. Oh, yeah, yeah.

Don’t worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88 miles per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will be fine. Oh, then I wanna give her a call, I don’t want her to worry about you. Alright, take it up, go. Doc. Uh, you mean nobody’s asked you? That’s right.