Back To The Future Part III: Back to...
Doc: The clothes fit?
Marty: Yeah everything except the boots Doc, they’re kinda tight. I dunno, are you sure this stuff is authentic?
Doc: Of course, haven’t you ever seen a western?
Marty: Yeah I have Doc, and Clint Eastwood never wore anything like this.
Doc: Clint who?
Marty: That’s right, you haven’t heard of him yet.
Doc: Marty, you have to wear the boots. You can’t wear those futuristic things back in 1885. You shouldn’t even be wearing them here in 1955!
Marty: Alright, Doc. As soon as I get there I’ll put them on, I promise.
Doc: OK. I think we’re about ready. I put gas in the tank, your future clothes are packed, and just in case, fresh batteries for your walkie talkies. Oh, what about that floating device?
Marty: Hover-board.
Doc: Alright.
Marty: You know Doc, it’s gonna be a helluva long walk back to Hill Valley from here.
Doc: It’s still the safest plan. After all, we can’t risk sending you back into a populated area, or to a spot that’s geographically unknown. You don’t want to crash into some tree that once existed in the past. This is all completely open country, so you’ll have plenty of run-out space when you arrive. Remember, where you’re going there are no roads. There’s a small cave over there which will be the perfect place to hide the time vehicle. Well, the new time circuit control tubes are warmed up. Time circuits on. I wrote the letter on September 1st, so we’ll send you back the very next day, September 2nd, that’s a Wednesday, September 2nd 1885, eight AM. I get shot on Monday the seventh, so you’ll have five days to locate me. According to my letter I’m a blacksmith, so I probably have a shop somewhere. All you have to do is drive the time vehicle directly at that screen accelerating at 88 miles an hour!
Marty: Wait a minute, Doc, if I drive straight towards the screen I’m gonna crash into those Indians.
Doc: Marty, you’re not thinking fourth-dimensionally. You’ll instantly be transported to 1885, and those Indians won’t even be there.
Marty: Right...
Doc: Well, good luck, for both of our sakes. See you in the future.
Marty: You mean the past.
Doc: Exactly! Happy trails, Marty! Ready Marty!?
Marty: Ready!
Doc: Set!
Marty: Hi-ho, Silver.
Doc: Vaya con dios!
Jan 6th