Marty McFly: [showing the two boys how to play the shoot 'em up video game] I'll show you, kid. I'm a crack shot at this. [shoots a perfect score with the electronic gun] Video Game Boy #1: You mean you have to use your hands? Video Game Boy #2: That...
Grandma Tannen: Biff, Biff, where are you goin' now? Biff Tannen: I told you, grandma, I'm goin' to the dance. Grandma Tannen: When you comin' home? Biff Tannen: I'll get home, when I get home. Grandma Tannen: Don't forget to turn off the garage ligh...
Biff Tannen: Where is he? CPR Kid: Who? Biff Tannen: Calvin Klein. CPR Kid: Who? Biff Tannen: The guy with the hat. Where is he? CPR Kid: Oh he went that way. I think he took your wallet! [to bystander] CPR Kid: I think he took his wallet.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: [arriving at the Palace Saloon] Are you in there, Eastwood? It's eight o'clock, and I'm callin' you out! Marty McFly: [looks at the town clock, then steps towards Buford cautiously at a window] It's not 8:00 yet! Buford "Mad ...
Undertaker: Excuse me, Mr. Eastwood. I just need your measurement. [measures Marty] Marty McFly: Aw, look, pal. I don't wanna buy a suit. Undertaker: [chuckles] No. This is for your coffin. Marty McFly: [realizing what is going on] My coffin? Underta...
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Eight o'clock Monday, runt. If you ain't here, I'll hunt you and shoot you down like a duck. Buford's Gang Member #1: It's "dog", Buford. Shoot him down like a dog. Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: [enraged] Lets go, boys! Let these ...
Marty McFly: I had this horrible nightmare. Dreamed I w-... dreamed I was in a western. And I was being chased by all these Indians... and a bear. Maggie McFly: Well... you're safe and sound here, now, at the McFly farm. Marty McFly: McFly farm? Why,...
Doc: [into the walkie-talkie from inside the cab of the train] Each detonation will be accompanied by a sudden burst of acceleration. Hopefully, we'll hit 88 mph, before the needle gets much past 2,000. Marty McFly: [into the walkie-talkie] Why, what...
[Marty is still wearing his 1985 shoes] Young 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 McFly: Alright, Doc. Look, as soon I get there, I'll put...
Judah Ben-Hur: If I cannot persuade them, that does not mean I will help you... *murder* them. Besides, you must understand this, Messala. I believe in the past of my people, *and* in their future. Messala: Future? You are a conquered people! Judah B...
To reboot your association for success, you must shift your beliefs to realize how vitally important key investments in technology can be as an ongoing and personalized communication tool with your members.
People treat having a kid as somehow retiring from success. Quitting. Have you seen a baby? They’re pretty cute. Loving them is pretty easy. Smiling babies should actually be categorized by the pharmaceutical industry as a powerful antidepressant. ...
You must have realised by now that when one really cares, really tries to help, the other party recognises the fact and, therefore, easily sees the logic in working together for the greater good, for the mutual benefit of both.
Trust me. In a very short time, you will become sought out by those in your network. Initially for your sound advice, but soon after as a provider of service. Few people seek advice about a subject that doesn’t require a solution.
Ready? No one is ever ready, my boy. But some do what they plan to do and some never will. The difference between the two is that the first group understand that they need to start somewhere, so they do so. Straight away
No one can mock your meagre achievements or inability to accomplish the simplest of tasks, if they remain figments of your imagination. You can revel, again and again, in the glory of a fairy tale doomed never to appear in reality.
You look green, immature. A young boy playing at business, dressing up in the manner in which he believes an actual grown-up would. Your viewpoint of business attire is one of wide-eyed wonder from the nursery door.
Unwittingly, I have sailed through my entire life, so far, with neither direction nor destination. I had a vague instinct to reach dry land every once in a while for supplies, but never anything more than that.
The reward for living my life in this manner? An existence like that of a seagull picking up scraps from the back of a fishing boat. Surviving day to day. Nothing left for tomorrow and no idea what tomorrow should be.
Respect, wealth, property, friendship, even love. Did I expect to simply fall over each of them as I strolled aimlessly through the years? Was I expecting my whole life to be some form of lucky accident?
Trust me. If you do not decide where you are heading, and refuse to take the appropriate action, you will end up being shaped into what others would have you become. Then any change will not be made for your benefit but for theirs.
