Okay, but I don't know what to say. Whoa, whoa, okay. When could weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future. That's right. Oh, pleased to meet you, Calvin Marty Klein. Do you mind if I sit here?
Believe me, Marty, you're better off not having to worry about all the aggravation and headaches of playing at that dance. Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson. Progress is his middle name. Alright, McFly, you're asking for it, and now you're gonna get it. Doc, she didn't even look at him. What's the meaning of this.
Shape up, man. You're a slacker. You wanna be a slacker for the rest of your life? C'mon, more, dammit. Jeez. Holy shit. Let's see if you bastards can do ninety. C'mon, more, dammit. Jeez. Holy shit. Let's see if you bastards can do ninety. Well, Marty, I want to thank you for all your good advise, I'll never forget it. Right.
Who are you calling spook, pecker-wood. What the hell is a gigawatt? Alright, I'm ready. Yeah. You cost three-hundred buck damage to my car, you son-of-a-bitch. And I'm gonna take it out of your ass. Hold him.