Wait a minute, Doc.

If I drive straight toward the screen, I'm gonna crash into those Indians.

Marty, you're not thinking fourth-dimensionally.

You'll instantly be transported to 1885 and those Indians won't even be there.

Right. Well...

Good luck for both of our sakes. See you in the future.

- You mean the past. - Exactly!

[Engine Starts]

Happy trails, Marty!

[Engine Revving] Ready, Marty?

Ready!

- Set! - Hi-Ho, Silver.

[Engine Revving]

Ą Vaya con Dios!

[Engine Accelerating]

[Whooping]

Indians!

[Whooping Continues]

[Screams]

The cave!