Back to the Future Page #2

Jennifer:
I've gotta go.

Marty:
I'll call you tonight.

Jennifer:
I'll be at my grandma's. Here, let me give you the number.

Bye.

Marty:
Perfect, just perfect.

Biff:
I can't believe you loaned me a car, without telling me it had a

blindspot. I could've been

killed.

George:
Now, now, Biff, now, I never noticed any blindspot before when I

would drive it. Hi,

son.

Biff:
But, what are you blind McFly, it's there. How else do you explain

that wreck out there?

George:
Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for

the damage?

Biff:
My insurance, it's your car, your insurance should pay for it.

Hey, I wanna know who's

gonna pay for this? I spilled beer all over it when that car smashed

into me. Who's gonna pay

my cleaning bill?

George:
Uh?

Biff:
And where's my reports?

George:
Uh, well, I haven't finished those up yet, but you know I

figured since they weren't due

till-

Biff:
Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time

to get them re-typed.

Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my reports in your

handwriting. I'll get fired. You

wouldn't want that to happen would you? Would you?

George:
Of course not, Biff, now I wouldn't want that to happen. Now,

uh, I'll finish those

reports up tonight, and I'll run em them on over first thing tomorrow,

alright?

Biff:
Hey, not too early I sleep in on Saturday. Oh, McFly, your shoe's

untied. Don't be so

gullible, McFly. You got the place fixed up nice, McFly. I have you're

car towed all the way to

your house and all you've got for me is light beer. What are you looking

at, butthead. Say hi to

your mom for me.

George:
I know what you're gonna say, son, and you're right, you're

right, But Biff just happens

to be my supervisor, and I'm afraid I'm not very good at confrontations.

Marty:
The car, Dad, I mean He wrecked it, totaled it. I needed that car

tomorrow night, Dad, I

mean do you have any idea how important this was, do you have any clue?

George:
I know, and all I could say is I'm sorry.

George:
Believe me, Marty, you're better off not having to worry about

all the aggravation and

headaches of playing at that dance.

David:
He's absolutely right, Marty. the last thing you need is

headaches.

Lorraine:
Kids, we're gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves, Uncle

Joey didn't make parole

again. I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line.

Marty:
Uncle Jailbird Joey?

David:
He's your brother, Mom.

Linda:
Yeah, I think it's a major embarrassment having an uncle in

prison.

Loraine:
We all make mistakes in life, children

David:
God dammit, I'm late.

Lorraine:
David, watch your mouth. You come here and kiss your mother

before you go, come

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