Lorem Marty and Doc are standing next to the train talking to the conductor. How fast she can go? Why, I've powered her up to 55 myself. I hear that fearless Frank Fargo got one of these up to near 70 out past Verde Junction. Is it possible to get it up to 90? Laughing. 90? Tarnations, son, why'd ya ever be in such a hurry? Well, it's just a little bet that he and I have, that's all. Theoretically speaking, could it be done?
What did she say? (There's a knock at the door before Marty can answer. Doc goes to see who it is.) It's your mom, she's tracked you down. Quick, let's cover the time machine. (They cover the Delorean with a sheet and Doc opens the door. Lorraine walks in a little nervously until she spots Marty.) Hi, Marty.
Why, Mr. Eastwood. Nice to see ya. I see you got yourself some respectable clothes, lad. And a fine hat. Yeah, well, a couple other people didn't like the way the other one looked on me. Sure that one suits you Mr. Eastwood. Very good for you. Ahh...thanks. (he finishes off the pie and looks at the bottom of the tin plate which says 'Frisbee'.) Hey...Frisbee. Far out. (he grins as he sets the tin down and then walks away.) (Seamus and Maggie just look after him for a minute.)
Alright, I'm ready. Good evening, I'm Doctor Emmett Brown. I'm standing on the parking lot of Twin Pines Mall. It's Saturday morning, October 26, 1985, 1:18 a.m. and this is temporal experiment number one. (gestures for Einstein to get into the car) C'mon, Einy, hey hey boy, get in there, that a boy, in you go, get down, that's it. Whoa, whoa, okay. Please note that Einstein's clock is in complete synchronization with my control watch. Right check, Doc.