Категория: Будущее

I don't know the future. I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it's going to begin.

Well, good luck for both our sakes. See you in the future.

You mean the past?

Exactly!

And in the future, we don't need horses. We have motorized carriages called automobiles.

If everybody's got one of these auto whatsits, does anybody walk or run anymore?

Of course we run. But for recreation. For fun.

Run for fun? What the hell kind of fun is that?

Marty, the future isn't written. It can be changed. You know that. Anyone can make their future whatever they want it to be. I can't let this one little photograph determine my entire destiny. I have to live my life according to what I believe is right... in my heart.

Hey, Doc! Where are you going now? Back to the future?

No. Already been there.

Dr. Brown, I brought this note back from the future and - now it's erased.

Of course it's erased!

What does that mean?

It means your future hasn't been written yet. No one's has. Your future is whatever you make it. So make it a good one, both of you.

We will, Doc.

Tell me about my future. I know I make it big, but do I become, like, a rich rock star?

No one should know too much about their destiny.

Nice talking to you. Maybe we'll bump into each other again in the future.

Or in the past.

Sometime today, old Biff will show up to give young Biff the Almanac. Above all, you must not interfere. Let old Biff believe he's succeeded, so he'll leave 1955 and bring the DeLorean to the future.

Right.

Once old Biff is gone, grab the Almanac anyway that you can. Remember, our futures depend on this.

You don't have to remind me of that.

Impossible. I sent you back to the future.

I know, you did send me back but I'm back. I'm back from the future.

Great Scott!

Ah, Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ, Doc, you disintegrated Einstein!

Calm down, Marty. I didn't disintegrate anything. The molecular structure of both Einstein and the car are completely intact.

Then where the hell are they?

The appropriate question is, 'When the hell are they?' You see, Einstein has just become the world's first time traveler! I sent him into the future. One minute into the future to be exact.

You want me to make a donation to the Coastguard Youth Auxilliary?

Doc, I'm from the future. I came here in a Time Machine that you invented. Now I need your help to get back to the year 1985.

My God. Do you know what this means?

[Significant pause]

It means that this damn thing doesn't work at all!

This is it! This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is going to strike the clock tower at precisely 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night! If... If we could somehow harness this lightning... channel it into the flux capacitor... it just might work. Next Saturday night, we're sending you back to the future!

You know, Marty, I'm gonna be very sad to see you go. You've made a difference in my life, given me something to shoot for. Just knowing that I'm going to be around to see 1985. That I'm gonna succeed in this!

[gestures at time machine]

That I'm gonna have a chance to travel through time!

[Marty looks solemn, knowing that Doc is destined to be murdered before he gets to use the time machine himself]

It's gonna be hard waiting 30 years to talk to you about everything that's happened in the past few days. I'm really gonna miss you, Marty.

I'm gonna miss you. Doc, about the future...

No! We've agreed that information about the future can be extremely dangerous. Even if your intentions are good, it can backfire drastically! Whatever you've got to tell me, I'll find out through the natural course of time.

Are you sure about this storm?

Since when can weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future?