George: you ever think of running for class president? Go. Go. No, I refuse to except the responsibility. Yeah, exactly. Look, there’s a rhythmic ceremonial ritual coming up.
What? Ah, where’re my pants? Good. Have a good trip Einstein, watch your head. Oh. You guys, take him in back and I’ll be right there. Well c’mon, this ain’t no peep show.
C’mon, c’mon let’s go. Doc, Doc, it’s me, Marty. You bet. How could I have been so careless. One point twenty-one gigawatts. Tom, how am I gonna generate that kind of power, it can’t be done, it can’t. This sounds pretty heavy.