Doc, look, all we need is a little plutonium. Silence Earthling. my name is Darth Vader. I’m am an extra-terrestrial from the planet Vulcan. Yeah, I think maybe you do. Oh, great scott. You get the cable, I’ll throw the rope down to you. It’s uh, the other end of town, a block past Maple.
This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is gonna strike the clock tower precisely at 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night. If we could somehow harness this bolt of lightning, channel it into the flux capacitor, it just might work. Next Saturday night, we’re sending you back to the future. The only way we’re gonna get those two to successfully meet is if they’re alone together. So you’ve got to get your father and mother to interact at some sort of social- I’m sure that in 1985, plutonium is available at every corner drug store, but in 1955, it’s a little hard to come by. Marty, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’re stuck here. Its good. Where the hell are they.
Um, yeah, I’m on my way. You don’t understand. That was the day I invented time travel. I remember it vividly. I was standing on the edge of my toilet hanging a clock, the porces was wet, I slipped, hit my head on the edge of the sink. And when I came to I had a revelation, a picture, a picture in my head, a picture of this. This is what makes time travel possible. The flux capacitor. Marty, one rejection isn’t the end of the world. Don’t stop, Wilbert, drive.