George: Believe me, Marty… …you’re better off not having to worry about all the… …aggravation and headaches… …of playing at that dance. David: He’s absolutely right, Marty. The last thing you need is headaches. Lorraine: Kids… …we’re gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves… Uncle Joey didn’t make parole again. I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line. Marty: Uncle Jailbird Joey? David: He’s your brother, Mom. Linda: Yeah, I think it’s a major embarrassment having an uncle in prison. Loraine: We all make mistakes in life, children. David: God dammit, I’m late. Lorraine: David, watch your mouth. You come here and kiss your mother before you go, come here. David: C’mon, Mom, make it fast, I’ll miss my bus. Hey see you tonight, Pop. Woo, time to change that oil. George: Humorist. Linda: Hey Marty… I’m not your answering service, but you’re outside pouting over the car… …Jennifer Parker called you twice. Lorraine: I don’t like her, Marty. Any girl who calls a boy is just asking for trouble. Linda: Oh Mom, there’s nothing wrong with calling a boy. Lorraine: I think it’s terrible. Girls chasing boys. When I was your age I never chased a boy, or called a boy… …or sat in a parked car with a boy. Linda: Then how am I supposed to ever meet anybody? Lorraine: Well, it will just happen. Like the way I met your father. Linda: That was so stupid, Grandpa hit him with the car. Lorraine: It was meant to be. Anyway… …if Grandpa hadn’t hit him.. …then none of you would have been born. Linda: Yeah, well… I still don’t understand what Dad was doing in the middle of the street. Lorraine: What was it, George, bird watching? George: What Lorraine, what? Lorraine: Anyway, Grandpa hit him with the car… …and brought him into the
house. He seemed so helpless… …like a little lost puppy, my heart just went out for him. Linda: Yeah Mom, we know, you’ve told us this story a million times… You felt sorry for him… …so you decided to go with him to The Fish Under The Sea Dance… Lorraine: No, it was The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance. Our first date. I’ll never forget it. It was the night of that terrible thunderstorm, remember George? Your father kissed me for the very first time on that dance floor. It was then I realized… …I was going to spend the
rest of my life with him.