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.]
Nope. Already been there.[Marty McFly: Hey, Doc! Where you going now? Back to the future?]
No man should know too much about their own destiny.
Marty, he’s in a ’46 Ford. We’re in a DeLorean. He’d rip through us like we were tin foil.[Marty McFly: Let’s land on him. We’ll cripple his car.]