Red: Crazy drunk driver.
Marty: Wow, ah Red, you look great. Everything looks great. 1:24, I still got time. Comin Doc, No, no not again, Hey,
Libyans!
Original Marty: No! Bastards!
Libyan: Go!
Marty: Doc, Doc! Oh, no! You're alive?
Marty: Bullet proof vest, how did you know? I never got a chance to tell you. What about all that talk about screwing up future
events, the space time continuum?
Doc: Well, I figured, what the hell.
Marty: So how far ahead are you going?
Doc: About 30 years, it's a nice round number.
Marty: Look me up when you get there alright? Guess I'll be about 47.
Doc: I will.
Marty: Take care.
Doc: You too.
Marty: All right, goodbye Einie. Oh, watch that re-entry, it's a little bumpy.
Doc: You bet.
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