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The Device that Doc is wearing is a mind reading helmet, Doc says that he wasted 6 months and it didn't work. It actually
did work, the great distance was from 1985 and from Lyon Estates to Hill Valley, the subscription to the Saturday evening
post was for the newspaper Marty looked at earlier, and the donations was refering to the Save the Clock Tower lady in 1985
and the coast gaurd remark was to Stella thinking Marty was a sailor but he said he was coast gaurd.
Marty: Doc?
Doc: Don't say a word.
Marty: Doc!
Doc: I don't want to know your name. I don't want to know anything about you.
Marty: Listen, Doc.
Doc: Quiet.
Marty: Doc, Doc, it's me, Marty. Doc, you gotta help me--
Doc: Don't tell me anything. Quiet, quiet. I'm gonna read your thoughts. Let's see now, you've come from
a great distance?
Marty: Yeah, exactly.
Doc: Don't tell me! Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to the Saturday
Evening Post?
Marty: No.
Doc: Not a word, not a word, not a word now. Quiet, donations, you want me
to make a donation to the coast guard youth auxiliary?
Marty: Doc, I'm from the future. I came here in a time machine that you
invented. Now, I need your help to get back to the year 1985.
Doc: My God, do you know what this means? It means that this damn thing doesn't
work at all! 6 Months of work!
Marty: Doc, you gotta help me. You are the only one who knows how your time
machine works.
Doc: Time machine, I haven't invented any time machine.
Marty: Okay, Alright, I'll prove it to you.
Marty: Look at my driver's license, expires 1987. Look at my birthday, for
crying out loud, I haven't even been born yet. And look at this picture, my
brother, my sister, and me. Look at the sweatshirt, Doc, class of 1984!
Doc: Pretty mediocre photographic fakery, they cut off your brother's hair.
Marty: I'm telling the truth Doc. You gotta believe me.
Doc: So tell me Future Boy, who's President of the United States in 1985?
Marty: Ronald Reagan.
Doc: Ronald Reagan the actor?! Then who's Vice President, Jerry Lewis?
Doc finds it hard to believe that Ronald Reagen is President of the United States in 1985, because it was unthinkable that
an actor could do such a thing.
Doc: I suppose Jane Wyman is the First Lady?
Marty: Wait Doc.
Doc: And Jack Benny is Secretary of the Treasury? Oh!
Marty: Doc, you gotta listen to me.
Doc: I've had enough practical jokes for one evening. Good night Future Boy!
Marty: Wait, Doc, the bruise! The bruise on your head, I know how that
happened, you told me the whole story...you were standing on your toilet and you
were hanging a clock, you fell, and you hit your head on the sink. And
that's when you came up with the idea for the flux capacitor, which..is what
makes time travel possible.
Marty: There's somethin wrong with the starter, so I hid it...here.
Doc: After I fell off my toilet, I drew this.
Marty: The Flux Capacitor.
Doc: It works?! It works! I finally invent something that works!
Marty: You Bet your ass it works.
Doc: Somehow we gotta sneak this back into my laboratory. We've gotta get you home!
Marty: Okay Doc. This is it.
Video Doc: Never mind that, never mind that now...
Doc: Why that's me! Look at me, I'm an old man!
Video Doc: Good evening I'm Dr. Emmett Brown, I'm standing here on the
parking lot of Twin Pines Mall, it's Saturday morning October 26th 1985.
Doc: Thank God I still got my hair. What on Earth is that thing I'm wearing?
Marty: Well, that's a radiation suit.
Doc: Radiation suit, of course. Because of the fall out from the atomic
wars. This is truly amazing. A portable television studio, no wonder your
President has to be an actor, he's gotta look good on television.
Marty: Whoa, this is it, this is the part coming up, Doc.
Video Doc: No, no, this sucker's electrical, but I need a nuclear
reaction to generate the 1.21 jigowatts of electricity I need.
Doc: What did I just say?
Video Doc: No, no, this sucker's electrical, but I need a nuclear
reaction to generate the 1.21 jigowatts of electricity I need.
Doc: 1.21 jigowatts?! 1.21 jigowatts. Great Scott!!!
Marty: What the hell is a jigowatt?
Doc: How could I have been so careless? 1.21 jigowatts, Tom?
How am I gonna generate that kind of power? It can't be done, can it?
Marty: Doc look, all we need is a little plutonium!
Doc: Ohh! 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.
Marty: Whoa, whoa Doc, stuck here? I can't be stuck here, I got a life in 1985! I got a girl!
Doc: Is she pretty?
Marty: Doc, she's beautiful. She's crazy about me. Look at this, look what she wrote me, Doc. That says it all. Doc, you're
my only hope.
Doc: Marty, I'm sorry, but the only power source capable of generating 1.21 gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning.
Marty: What did you say?
Doc: A bolt of lightning, unfortunately, you never know when or where it's ever gonna strike.
Marty: We do now.
Doc: This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is gonna strike the clocktower precisely at
10.04pm next Saturday night! If we could somehow harness this lightning, channel it into the flux capacitor, it just might
work. Next Saturday night, we're sending you back to the future!
Marty: Okay, Alright, Saturday is good, I could spend a week in 1955. I could hang out, you could show me around.
Doc: Marty, that's completely out of the question, you must not leave this house. You must not see anybody or talk to
anybody. Anything you do could have serious replications on future events. Do you understand?
Marty: Yeah, sure.
Doc: Marty, have you interacted with anybody else today, besides me?
Marty: Well, yeah, well I might have sort of bumped into my parents.
Doc: Great Scott! Let me see that photograph again of your brother. Just as I thought, this proves my theory, look at
your brother.
Marty: His head's gone! It's like it's been erased.
Doc: Erased from existence
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