It means your future hasn’t been written yet. No one’s has. Your future is whatever you make it. So make it a good one.[Jennifer Parker: What does that mean?]
If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you’re gonna see some serious s***.
The way I see it, if you’re going to build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style?
The time traveling is just too dangerous. Better that I devote myself to study the other great mystery of the universe: women.
Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.[Marty McFly: Hey, Doc, we better back up. We don’t have enough road to get up to 88.]