No, it was The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance. Our first date. 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. Will you take care of that? Yeah, he’s right here. Uh no, not hard at all. So anyway, George, now Lorraine, she really likes you. She told me to tell you that she wants you to ask her to the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance. Marty, I’m sorry, but the only power source capable of generating one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning.
Alright kid, you stick to your father like glue and make sure that he takes her to the dance. What? 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. I’m telling the truth, Doc, you gotta believe me. Oh, just a little weather experiment.
Doc. Huh? My god, do you know what this means? It means that this damn thing doesn’t work at all. Oh, I’ve been so worried about you ever since you ran off the other night. Are you okay? I’m sorry I have to go. Isn’t he a dream boat? Quiet down, I’m sure the car is fine.
