Back to the Future (1985) - Quotes

Taglines: Before rock and roll , Before diet soda , Before designer jeans , running shoes and video games… One boy had a vision of what was to come — because he had just been there.

Taglines: Marty's parents were destined to meet in 1955. Until Marty dropped in from the future.

Taglines: The story of a young man with a great future behind him.

Taglines: Marty McFly took a spin in a new sports car last night. But he never got past 55. 1955.

Taglines: Marty McFly's future is catching up with him.

Taglines: Marty McFly has just come between the most unlikely couple in high school... His parents.

Taglines: Hello? Anybody home? Think McFly, Think!

Taglines: He's the only kid ever to get into trouble before he was born.

Taglines: Bumping into your parents is no big deal unless you bump into them before you were born.

Taglines: He was never in time for his classes... He wasn't in time for his dinner... Then one day... he wasn't in his time at all.

Taglines: Marty McFly's having the time of his life. The only question is—what time is it?

Taglines: Marty McFly just broke the time barrier. He's only got one week to get it fixed.

Taglines: 17-year-old Marty McFly got home early last night. 30 years early.

Taglines: Meet Marty McFly. He's broken the time barrier. Busted his parents first date. And, maybe, botched his chances of ever being born.

Marty: Hey, Doc, (I think) we better back up. We don't have enough road to get up to 88.

Doc: [[Back to the Future Part II|Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads.] ]

Marty: [surprised; Doc unbuttons his suit to reveal the bulletproof vest; Doc reveals Marty's torn-up 1955 letter which has been taped back together; [spacetime continuum] You're alive! Bulletproof vest? How did you know? I di-I never got a chance to tell you. What about all that talk about screwing up future events? The ]?

Doc: Well, I figured, "what the hell?

Lorraine: Marty, why are you so nervous?

Marty: Lorraine, have you ever, uh, been in a situation where you knew you had to act a certain way, but when you got there, you didn't know if you could go through with it?

Lorraine: You mean, like how you're supposed to act on a first date?

Marty: Well, sort of.

Lorraine: Oh, I, I think I know exactly what you mean.

Marty: Y-y-you do?

Lorraine: You know what I do in those situations?

Marty: What?

Lorraine: [kisses him hard, then stops and pulls back to see Marty is shocked] I don't worry. This is all wrong. I don't know what it is, but when I kiss you, it's like I'm kissing... my brother. I guess that doesn't make any sense, does it?

Marty: Believe me, it makes perfect sense.

George: Lorraine. My density has bought me to you.

Lorraine: [confused] What?

George: [consults his notepad] Oh. What I meant to say was...

Lorraine: Wait a minute. Don't I know you from somewhere?

George: Yes. Yes. I'm George. George McFly. I'm your density. I mean, your destiny.

Lorraine: Oh.

Marty: Whoa, wait a minute, Doc. Are you tryin to tell me that my mother...has got the hots for me?

Doc: Precisely!

Marty: Whoa, this is heavy.

Doc: There's that word again: "heavy." Why are things so heavy in the future? Is there a problem with the Earth's gravitational pull?

Doc: [sees Marty's picture, still thinking Marty is lying to him] Pretty mediocre photographic fakery. They cut off your brother's hair.

Marty: I'm tellin the truth, Doc. You gotta believe me.

Doc: Then tell me, Future Boy, who's President of the United States in 1985?

Marty: [[Ronald Reagan] ].

Doc: [scoffs; [w:Jerry Lewis|Jerry Lewis; [w:Jane Wyman|Jane Wyman] Ronald Reagan? The actor? Then who's vice-president? ]? I suppose ] is the First Lady?

Marty: Whoa, wait. Doc!

Doc: [[Jack Benny] And ] is Secretary of the Treasury!

Marty: Doc, you gotta listen to me!

Doc: [slams door] I've had enough practical jokes for one evening! Good night, future boy!

Marty: No, wait, Doc! The-the-the-the bruise! The bruise on your head! I know how that happened! You told me the whole story! You were standing on your toilet, and you were hanging a clock, and you fell, and you hit your head on the sink, and that's when you came up with the idea for the flux capacitor, which is what, makes time travel possible.

Doc: Ha! What did I tell you?! 88 MILES PER HOUR! The temporal displacement occurred exactly 1:20 A.M. and zero seconds!

Marty: Ah, Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ, Doc, you disintegrated Einstein!

Doc: [takes down notes] Calm down, Marty! I didn't disintegrate anything! The molecular structure of both Einstein and the car are completely intact.

Marty: Then, where the hell are they?!

Doc: The appropriate question is, "When the hell are they?"! You see, Einstein has just become the world's first time-traveler! I sent him into the future. One minute into the future, to be exact. And at precisely 1:21 A.M. and zero seconds, we shall catch up with him and the time machine!

Marty: [[w:DeLorean DMC-12|DeLorean] Wait a minute. Wait a minute Doc, uh, are you telling me you built a time machine... out of a ]?

Doc: [his watch beeps; the Delorean reappears] The way I see it, if you're gonna build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style? Besides, the stainless-steel construction made the flux dispersal-- Look out!

Lorraine: [about Jennifer] I don't like her, Marty. Any girl who just calls up a boy is just asking for trouble.

Linda: Oh, Mom, there's nothing wrong with calling a boy.

Lorraine: I think it's terrible; Girls chasing boys. When I was your age, I never chased a boy or called a boy or sat in a parked car with a boy.

Linda: Then how am I supposed to ever meet anybody?

Lorraine: Well, it will just happen, like the way I met your father.

Linda: That was so stupid! Grandpa hit him with the car.

Lorraine: [wistfully] It was meant to be. Anyway, if Grandpa hadn't hit him, then none of you would have been born.

Linda: Yeah, well, I still don't understand what Dad was doing in the middle of the street.

Lorraine: What was it, George? Birdwatching?

George: [distracted, not really listening] What, Lorraine? What?

Lorraine: Anyway, your grandpa hit him with the car and brought him into the house. He seemed so helpless, like a little lost puppy. And my heart just went out to him.

Linda: Yeah, Mom, we know. You've told us this story a million times. You felt sorry for him, so you decided to go with him to the Fish Under the Sea dance.

Lorraine: [George wasn't listening to what Lorraine was saying] No, no. It was the Enchantment Under the Sea dance. Our first date. I'll never forget it. It was the night of that terrible thunderstorm, remember, George? Your father kissed me for the very first time on that dance floor. And...and it was then that I realized...that I was going to spend the rest of my life with him.

Marty: [to Jennifer] You know, this time it wasn't my fault. The Doc set all his clocks 25 minutes slow.

Strickland: [suddenly appearing from behind] Doc"? Am I to understand you're still hanging around with Dr. Emmett Brown, McFly? Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk. Tardy slip for you Ms. Parker. And one for you, McFly. I believe that makes four in a row. Now let me give you a nickel's worth of free advice, young man. This so-called Dr. Brown is dangerous; he's a real nutcase. You hang around with him, you're gonna end up in big trouble.

Marty: [sarcastically] Oh, yes, sir.

Strickland: You got a real attitude problem, McFly. You're a slacker. You remind me of your father when he went here. He was a slacker, too.

Marty: Can I go now, Mr. Strickland?

Strickland: I noticed your band is on the roster for the dance auditions after school today. Why even bother, McFly? You don't have a chance. You're too much like your old man. No McFly ever amounted to anything in the history of Hill Valley!

Marty: Yeah, well, history is gonna change.

Biff Tannen: Since you're new here, I-I'm gonna cut you a break, today. So, why don't you make like a tree and get outta here?

Doc Brown: Great Scott!

Doc Brown: I'm sure that in 1985, plutonium is available in every corner drugstore, but in 1955, it's a little hard to come by.

Doc Brown: Next Saturday night, we're sending you back to the future!

Doc Brown: If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're gonna see some serious shit.