George McFly: Lou. Give me a milk... Chocolate.
George McFly: Hey, you! Get your damn hands off her!
George McFly: Do you really think I oughta swear?
Marty McFly: Yes, definitely. Goddamn it George, swear.
George McFly: Last night, Darth Vader came down from planet Vulcan and told me that if I didn't take Lorraine out that he'd melt my brain.
Train Fireman: I'll tell you one thing for sure... I wouldn't trust no words written down on no piece of paper, especially from no Dickinson out in the town of Machine... you're just as likely to find your own grave.
Layne: The things I do for my fucking friends.
Clarissa: You didn't have to call me a stupid bitch.
Layne: You would have driving right past us. We had to yell something.
Matt: You yelled it Layne.
Clarissa: I got a name you know. You're lucky I didn't just drive right home.
Layne: OKay, okay, okay. I'm sorry Clarissa, but you've got to understand that in a time like this where every fucking second counts, a man can't waste his time choosing words.
Layne: Budweiser? You'd think I'd at least rate a Michelob... Ah, and it's warm even.
Layne: It's circuits inside. The people that own this place have them all reconnected caused they know that if I ever learn this machines I'll take control the fucking universe.
Layne: Hurry your ass.
Layne: It's people like you that are sending this country down the tubes. No sense of pride. No sense of loyalty. No sense of nothing, man.
Willard: Tear him up.
Willard's Mother: Oh, what is that on your hand?
Willard: I... it's, it's soap.
Willard's Mother: It's cooking oil! Oh, Willard, you're too old for that! When will - when will you find yourself a girl?
Willard: They'll do anything I tell them.
Frank Martin: Then tell them to get the fuck out of my office.
Willard: You stole this company from my father. It killed him and it killed my mother and now you're trying to kill me. You're trying to take my house. You made a fool of me in front of everybody. You made me hate myself. I thought about it a lot, hating myself. Well right now, at this moment, I like myself.
Mr. Garter: The money can help you start over.
Willard: Start over? I'm almost done.
