Never mind that now, never mind that now. Oh, thank you, thank you. Okay now, we run some industrial strength electrical cable from the top of the clocktower down to spreading it over the street between two lamp posts.
Meanwhile, we out-fitted the vehicle with this big pole and hook which runs directly into the flux-capacitor. At the calculated moment, you start off from down the street driving toward the cable execrating to eighty-eight miles per hour. According to the flyer, at 10:04 pm lightning will strike the clocktower sending one point twenty-one gigawatts into the flux-capacitor, sending you back to 1985. Alright now, watch this. You wind up the car and release it, I’ll simulate the lightening. Ready, set, release. Nothing’s coming to my mind. I know what you’re gonna say, son, and you’re right, you’re right, But Biff just happens to be my supervisor, and I’m afraid I’m not very good at confrontations.
Doc? It’s about the future, isn’t it? 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. Stand tall, boy, have some respect for yourself. Don’t you know that if you let people walk all over you know, they’ll be walking all over you for the rest of your life? Listen to me, do you think I’m gonna spend the rest of my life in this slop house? Listen, I gotta go but I wanted to tell you that it’s been educational.
That was so stupid, Grandpa hit him with the car. Ah, honey, your first novel. The way I see it, if you’re gonna build a time machine into a car why not do it with some style. Besides, the stainless, steel construction made the flux dispersal- look out. Oh, oh a rematch, why, were you cheating?