Updated: Feb 6
DOC: This is more serious than I thought, apparently your mother is amorously infatuated with you - instead of your father!
MARTY: Whoa. Wait a minute, Doc. Are you trying to tell me that my mother has got the hots for me?
MARTY: Whoa. This is heavy.
DOC: There's that word again. "Heavy." Why are things so heavy in the future? Is there a problem with the Earth's gravitational pull?
MARTY: Mom. That you?
LORRAINE: There, there, now. Just relax.
[pats a damp cloth on Marty's forehead]
LORRAINE: You've been asleep for almost nine hours now.
MARTY: I had a horrible nightmare. I dreamed that I went... back in time. It was terrible.
LORRAINE: Well, you're safe and sound now, back in good old 1955.
MARTY: [opens his eyes wide] 1955?
GEORGE: Lorraine. My density has brought me to you.
GEORGE: Oh. What I meant to say was...
LORRAINE: Wait a minute. Don't I know you from somewhere?
GEORGE: Yes. Yes. I'm George. George McFly. I'm your density. I mean, your destiny.