Weight has nothing to do with it. He laid out Biff in one punch. I never knew he had it in him. He never stood up to Biff in his life. Perfect, just perfect. What? Y’know this time it wasn’t my fault. The Doc set all of his clocks twenty-five minutes slow.
This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is gonna strike the clock tower precisely at 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night. If we could somehow harness this bolt of lightning, channel it into the flux capacitor, it just might work. Next Saturday night, we’re sending you back to the future. See, there’s Biff out there waxing it right now. Now, Biff, I wanna make sure that we get two coats of wax this time, not just one. You guys, take him in back and I’ll be right there. Well c’mon, this ain’t no peep show. Right. Yeah, I’m- mayor. Now that’s a good idea. I could run for mayor.
Oh, then I wanna give her a call, I don’t want her to worry about you. See, there’s Biff out there waxing it right now. Now, Biff, I wanna make sure that we get two coats of wax this time, not just one. But I can’t go to the dance, I’ll miss my favorite television program, Science Fiction Theater. Why thank you, Marty. George. Good morning, sleepyhead, Good morning, Dave, Lynda You too.