Doc: Marty...
...you gotta come back with me!
Marty: Where?
Doc: Back to the future.
Marty: Wait a minute, what are you doing, Doc?
Doc: I need fuel.
Go ahead, quick, get in the car.
Marty: No no no, Doc...
I just got here, okay, Jennifer's here, we're gonna take the new truck for a spin.
Doc: Well, bring her along.
This concerns her too.
Marty: Wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about?
What happens to us in the future?
What do we become assholes or something?
Doc: No no no no no, Marty...
...both you and Jennifer turn out fine. It's your kids, Marty...
...something has got to be done about your kids.
Marty: Hey, Doc, we better back up, we don't have enough roads to get up to 88.
Doc: Roads?
Where we're going we don't need roads.