Marty: The car, Dad, I mean He wrecked it, totaled it. I needed that car
tomorrow night, Dad, I

mean do you have any idea how important this was, do you have any clue?

George: I know what you're gonna say, son, and you're right, you're
right, But Biff just happens

to be my supervisor, and I'm afraid I'm not very good at confrontations.

Biff: Hey, not too early I sleep in on Saturday. Oh, McFly, your shoe's
untied. Don't be so

gullible, McFly. You got the place fixed up nice, McFly. I have you're
car towed all the way to

your house and all you've got for me is light beer. What are you looking
at, butthead. Say hi to

your mom for me.

George: Of course not, Biff, now I wouldn't want that to happen. Now,
uh, I'll finish those

reports up tonight, and I'll run em them on over first thing tomorrow,
alright?

Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time
to get them re-typed.

Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my reports in your
handwriting. I'll get fired. You

wouldn't want that to happen would you? Would you?

George: Uh, well, I haven't finished those up yet, but you know I
figured since they weren't due till....

Biff: And where's my reports?

George: Uh?

Biff: My insurance, it's your car, your insurance should pay for it.
Hey, I wanna know who's

gonna pay for this? I spilled beer all over it when that car smashed
into me. Who's gonna pay

my cleaning bill?

George: Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for
the damage?