Marty McFly: Silence, earthling! My name is Darth Vader. I'm an extra-terrestrial from the planet Vulcan!
George McFly: Lou. Give me a milk... Chocolate.
Dr. Emmett Brown: Don't worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88mph the instant the lightning strikes the tower... Everything will be fine.
Marty McFly: Wait a minute, Doc, are you trying to tell me that my mother has got the hots for me?
Dr. Emmett Brown: Precisely.
Marty McFly: Whoa, this is heavy.
Dr. Emmett Brown: There's that word again; "heavy." Why are things so heavy in the future? Is there a problem with the earth's gravitational pull?
Dr. Emmett Brown: Tell me, "Future Boy", who's President in the United States in 1985?
Marty McFly: Ronald Reagan.
Dr. Emmett Brown: Ronald Reagan? The actor? Then who's Vice President? Jerry Lewis? I suppose Jane Wyman is the First Lady!
Marty McFly: Whoa! Wait! Doc!
Dr. Emmett Brown: And Jack Benny is Secretary of the Treasury.
George McFly: Hey, you! Get your damn hands off her!
Marty McFly: [watching a Honeymooners episode in 1955.] Hey, hey, I've seen this one. I've seen this one. This is a classic. This is, uh, where Ralph dresses up as a man from space.
Milton Baines: What do you mean, you've seen this? It's brand new.
Marty McFly: Yeah, well, I saw it on a...rerun.
Milton Baines: What's a rerun?
Marty McFly: You'll find out.
Marty McFly: If you guys ever have kids and one of them when he's eight years old accidentally sets fire to the living room rug... Go easy on him.
Marty McFly: Let's see if you bastards can do 90.
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.
Biff Tannen: I have your car towed all the way to your house and all you've got for me is *lite* beer?
Dr. Emmett Brown: This sucker's electrical. But I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity I need.
Marty McFly: Doc, you don't just walk into a store and buy plutonium. Did you rip that off?
Dr. Emmett Brown: 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 full of used pinball machine parts!