What the hell are you doing to my car?
Hey, beat it, spook. This don't concern you.
Who you calling spook, peckerwood?
THUG 2: Listen, guys...
...I don't want to mess with no reefer addicts, okay?
MARVIN: Get home to your mama, boy.
THUG 1: Biff! THUG 2: Hurry, Biff!
MARTY: [Muffled] Let me out of here!
[Pounding and shouting]
Reginald, where are your keys?
MARTY: [Muffled] The keys are in the trunk.
MARVIN: Say that again? MARTY: I said, the keys are in here.
LORRAINE: [Muffled] Let me go!
BIFF: [Muffled] Come on!
Hey you, get your damn hands off...
[Sighing]
I think you got the wrong car, McFly.
George, help me! Please!
Just turn around, McFly, and walk away.
LORRAINE: Please, George. BIFF: Are you deaf?
BIFF: Close the door and beat it.
[Lorraine whimpering]
No, Biff. You leave her alone.
All right, McFly.
You're asking for it...
...and now you're going to get it.
[George groaning]
Stop it!
Biff, you'll break his arm!
[Gasping]
LORRAINE: Biff, no!
MARVIN: Give me a hand here, Reginald.
[Exclaiming]
Damn it, man! I sliced my hand!
- Whose are these? - Mine.
Thanks. Thanks a lot.
You're going to break his arm!
Biff! Biff, leave him alone!
Let him go! Let him go!
[Biff laughing]
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Biff grunts]
[George panting]
Are you okay?
[Tender instrumental music]
Who is that guy?
That's George McFly.
That's George McFly?
Excuse me.