If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you’re gonna see some serious s***.
So, you’re my uncle Joey. Better get used to these bars, kid.[to uncle Joey as a baby, playing in his playpen]
Yeah, well, history is going to change.[Mr. Strickland: No McFly ever amounted to anything in the history of Hill Valley.]
What happens to us in the future? Do we become a**holes or something?[to Emmett, about him and Jennifer]
The way I see it, if you’re going to build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style?
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.]