— Why do you let those boys push you around like that for?
— They're bigger than me.
— Stand tall. Have some respect for yourself. If you let people walk over you now, they'll walk over you the rest of your life. Look at me. You think I'll spend my life in this slop house?
— Watch it, Goldie.
— No, sir! I'll do something. I'll go to night school. One day, I'm going to be somebody.
— That's right. He's going to be mayor.
— Yeah, I'm... Mayor! Now that's a good idea! I could run for mayor.
— A colored mayor. That'll be the day.
— Wait and see. I will be mayor. I'll be the most powerful man in Hill Valley and I'm going to clean up this town.
— Good. You can start by sweeping the floor.
Ki-woo, you know what kind of plan never fails? No plan at all.
— I don't have a plan.
— Yes, you do! You're on the non-plan plan.
— What now?
— What now? Well let me tell you what now. I'm gonna call a couple pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on homes here with a pair of pilers and a blow torch. Hear me talkin' hillbilly boy?! I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'm gonna git Medieval on your ass.
— I meant what now, between me and you?
— Oh, that what now? Well, let me tell ya what now between me an' you. There is no me an' you. Not no more.
— So we're cool?
— Yeah man, we're cool. One thing I ask — two things I ask: Don't tell nobody about this. This shit's between me and you and the soon-to-be-livin'-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain, Mr. Rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: leave town. Tonight. Right now. And when you're gone, stay gone. You've lost your Los Angeles privileges. Deal?
— Deal.
— Get your ass outta here.
A million dollar bills are
Floating through my mind
Each and everyone a simple plan
— You loaded Ada with your bastard because she's a Shelby. You thought it'd mean you'd be somebody. I won't let you fuck up my sister's life for your cause.
— My God. You actually believe that. I love her, Tommy. I've loved her since she was nine and I was twelve. And she loves me the same. You even know the word?
— Look, we drove a long way to get here... so if you happen to know how to stop death... it would be really great if you told us.
— You can't cheat death. There are no escapes.
— Bullshit. You told me death has a distinct design. But Alex and I cheated death not once, but dozens of times. The design is flawed. It can be beaten.
– You made it out!
– Yeah, barely! What's the plan?
– Steal the horse and get to the Hunt.
– You're kidding, right? I went through all this to keep you from being taken.