Hey, beat it, spook. This don't concern you.

Who you calling spook, peckerwood?

THUG 2: Listen, guys...

...I don't want to mess with no reefer addicts, okay?

MARVIN: Get home to your mama, boy.

THUG 1: Biff! THUG 2: Hurry, Biff!

MARTY: [Muffled] Let me out of here!

[Pounding and shouting]

Reginald, where are your keys?

MARTY: [Muffled] The keys are in the trunk.

MARVIN: Say that again? MARTY: I said, the keys are in here.

LORRAINE: [Muffled] Let me go!

BIFF: [Muffled] Come on!

Hey you, get your damn hands off...

[Sighing]

I think you got the wrong car, McFly.

George, help me! Please!

Just turn around, McFly, and walk away.

LORRAINE: Please, George. BIFF: Are you deaf?

BIFF: Close the door and beat it.

[Lorraine whimpering]

No, Biff. You leave her alone.

All right, McFly.

You're asking for it...

...and now you're going to get it.

[George groaning]

Stop it!

Biff, you'll break his arm!

[Gasping]

LORRAINE: Biff, no!

MARVIN: Give me a hand here, Reginald.

[Exclaiming]

Damn it, man! I sliced my hand!

- Whose are these? - Mine.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

You're going to break his arm!

Biff! Biff, leave him alone!

Let him go! Let him go!

[Biff laughing]

[Suspenseful instrumental music]

[Biff grunts]

[George panting]

Are you okay?

[Tender instrumental music]

Who is that guy?

That's George McFly.

That's George McFly?

Excuse me.