accelerating to 88 miles per hour!
Wait a minute, Doc.
If I drive straight toward the screen, I'm gonna crash into those Indians.
Marty, you're not thinking fourth-dimensionally.
You'll instantly be transported to 1885 and those Indians won't even be there.
Right. Well...
Good luck for both of our sakes. See you in the future.
- You mean the past. - Exactly!
[Engine Starts]
Happy trails, Marty!
[Engine Revving] Ready, Marty?
Ready!
- Set! - Hi-Ho, Silver.
[Engine Revving]
Ă„Â„ Vaya con Dios!
[Engine Accelerating]
[Whooping]
Indians!
[Whooping Continues]
[Screams]
The cave!