Back To The Future, Part III

Mayor Hubert: (o.s) Emmett! Ho, Emmett!

Doc looks out the door.

Doc: Hubert! (to Marty) It's the mayor!

MAYOR HUBERT comes just inside the door.

Mayor Hubert: Excuse me Emmett. You remember last week at the town meeting when you volunteered to meet the new school teacher at the station after she came in?

Doc: Oh yes, quite so.

Mayor Hubert: Well, we just got word she's coming in tomorrow. Here are the details for you. Thanks for all your help.

He hands Doc a piece of paper.

Doc: Anytime, Hubert!

Mayor Hubert: Oh, her name's Miss Clayton. Clara Clayton.

As Mayor Hubert leaves, Doc realises who Clara is!

Marty: Well, Doc, now we know who Clara is.

Doc: Marty. It's impossible. The idea that I could fall in love at first sight? It's romantic nonsense. There's no scientific rationale to that.

Marty laughs.

Marty: C'mon, Doc, it's not science. You meet the right girl, it just hits ya; it's like lightning.

Doc: Marty, please don't say that!

Marty: That's the way it was for me and Jennifer. Man, we couldn't keep our eyes off each other! God, Jennifer, damn! I hope she's alright, Doc. I can't believe we just left her there on the porch!

Doc: Don't worry, Marty, she'll be fine. When you burned the almanac in 1955, the normal timeline was restored. That means once we're back in 1985, you just have to go over to her house to wake her up.

One of the giant machines - Doc's invention - begins making noises.

Doc: Oh, Marty, turn that valve over there all the way to the right. Yeah, turn it all the way around. OK, let's go!

The machine rattles, and a small brown cube similar to ice shoots out of a tube. Doc has put a plate there to catch it. Doc puts the ice into a cup of tea. He offers it to Marty.

Doc: Iced tea?

Marty: No, thanks.

As Doc takes a sup from the cup, Marty looks at the giant machine.

Marty: It's a refrigerator!

Doc: Well, I guess Miss Clayton will have to find other transportation.

He turns to face Marty.

Doc: If I never meet the woman, there's no possibility of a romantic infatuation, right?

Marty: You're the Doc, Doc.

Doc: Alright then. Let's get the DeLorean and get ourselves back to the future!