Mr. Strickland: You don't have a chance, you're too much like your old man. No McFly ever amounted to anything in the history of Hill Valley.
Marty: Yeah, well, history is gonna change.
Marty: Wait a minute, Doc. Ah... Are you telling me you built a time machine... out of a DeLorean?
Doc: The way I see it, if you're gonna build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style?
Marty: Plutonium... wait, are you telling me that this sucker is nuclear?
Doc: No no no, this sucker's electrical, but it requires a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity I need.
Marty: Doc, you don't just walk into a store and buy plutonium-- did you rip that off?
Doc: Shhhhhh. Of course. From a group of Libyan nationalists. They wanted me to build them a bomb, so I took their plutonium and in turn, gave them a shiny bomb-casing filled with used pinball machine parts.
George McFly: Lorraine, my density has bought me to you.
Lorraine Baines: What?
George McFly: Oh, what I meant to say was...
Lorraine Baines: Wait a minute, don't I know you from somewhere?
George McFly: Yes. Yes. I'm George, George McFly. I'm your density. I mean... your destiny.
[1955 Doc is watching a video of 1985 Doc]
Doc: What on Earth's this thing I'm wearing?
Marty: Ah, this, this is a radiation suit.
Doc: Radiation suit? Of course, because of all the fallout from the atomic wars.
Marty: Calvin? Wh... Why do you keep calling me Calvin?
Lorraine Baines: Well, that is your name, isn't it? Calvin Klein? It's written all over your underwear.
Doc: Then tell me, Future Boy, who is President in the United States in 1985?
Marty: Ronald Reagan.
Doc: Ronald Reagan? The actor? Who's Vice President? Jerry Lewis?
Doc: If they don't meet, they won't fall in love, they won't get married and they won't have kids. That's why your older brother's disappearing from that photograph. Your sister will follow, and unless you repair the damage, you'll be next.
Marty: Sounds pretty heavy.
Doc: Weight has nothing to do with it.
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?
Doc: I'm sure in 1985, plutonium is available at every corner drugstore, but in 1955 it's a little hard to come by.
[Flying above Biff in 1955]
Marty: There he is, Doc! Let's land on him, we'll cripple his car.
Doc: Marty, he's in a '46 Ford, we're in a DeLorean. He'd rip through us like we were tin foil.
[In the year 2015]
Doc: The justice system works swiftly in the future now that they've abolished all lawyers.
Biff Tannen: That's about as funny as a screen door on a battleship.
Marty (under his breath): It's "screen door on a submarine," you dork.
Doc: The time-traveling is just too dangerous. Better that I devote myself to study the other great mystery of the universe: women!
Marty: That's right, Doc. November 12, 1955.
Doc: Unbelievable, that old Biff could have chosen that particular date. It could mean that, that point in time inherently contains some sort of cosmic significance. Almost as if it were the junction point for the entire space-time continuum. On the other hand, it could just be an amazing coincidence.
Doc: However, the destruction may be very localized, limited to merely our own galaxy.
Marty: Well, that's a relief.
Marty: Is there a back way out of here?
Bartender: Sure.
Marty: Where is it?
Bartender: Out the back.
Doc: Reach!
Engineer: Is this a holdup?
Doc: It's a science experiment!
Doc: Clara was one in a million. One in a billion. One in a googolplex!
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: What's your name, dude?
Marty: Uh, Mar-, uh... Eastwood. Clint Eastwood.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: What kind of stupid name is that?
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: If you don't show, I'll hunt you and shoot you down like a duck.
Gang Member: It's "dog," Buford. Shoot him down like a dog.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: You owe me money, blacksmith.
Doc: How do you figure?
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: My horse threw a shoe. Now seeing as you're the one who done the shoe, that makes you responsible.
Doc: Well, since you never paid me for that job, I'd say that makes us even!
Doc: Marty, you're going to have to do something about those clothes. You walk around town dressed like that, you're liable to get shot.
Marty: Or hanged.
Doc: What idiot dressed you in that outfit?
Marty: You did.
Doc: Marty, it's perfect! You're just not thinking fourth dimensionally!
Marty: Right, right. I have a real problem with that.