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" BIFF - Hast though my homework finish'd yet, McFly?
GEORGE - In truth, it is not yet completed, Biff.
Because it is not due until far later.
[Biff grabs George and begins knocking on his head.]
BIFF - I'll bash thee on thy pate, an thou so speakest!
Are brains herein, that I must knock and see?
Use thou thy mind and with it think, McFly -
I must have time enow to write the words
In mine own hand, as if the work were mine.
Hast thou the consequences consider'd, George,
Should I submit some homework pen'd by thee,
Writ in the manner of thy shaky hand?
I would, most quickly, be sent from the school.
Thou wouldst not want that lot for Biff, wouldst thou?
Wouldst thou? Speak faster, for thy pause doth vex.
GEORGE - Of course not, Biff, 'twould be a tragedy.
[Biff notices Marty staring at George.]
BIFF - [to Marty:] Upon what lookest thou, thou arse-like pate?
SKINHEAD - Behold his life preserver, Biff - ha, ha!
This knave, this rogue, this dork thinks he shall drown. "
― Ian Doescher , William Shakespeare's Get Thee Back to the Future!
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" MARTY - [singing:] Upon a hidden lane, in deepest wood,
Was born a child who play'd as no one could.
His genius was pronouc'd e'en from boyhood-
His name was Jonathan Bernardo Goode.
How good when Goode begins to play the lute,
Sing ho, sing high, sing heigh!
They took him from his humble neighborhood,
To play withal the king's court, if he would.
By queens his gift was lauded as it should-
No one was better, nay -'twas understood.
How good when Goode begins to play the lute,
Sing ho, sing high, sing heigh! "
― Ian Doescher , William Shakespeare's Get Thee Back to the Future!
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" [Sings:] The pow’r of love, O ’tis a curious thing: It changeth hawks into a gentle dove, It maketh one man weep, another sing, More than a feeling: ’tis the pow’r of love. ’Tis tougher e’en than diamonds, rich like cream, It makes a bad one good, a wrong one right, ’Tis stronger, harder than a wench’s dream, The pow’r of love shall keep thee home at night. When first thou feelest it, may make thee sad, When next thou feelest it, may be profound, Yet when thou learnest this, thou shalt be glad: It is this power makes the world go ’round. ’Tis strong and sudden, sent by heav’n above, It may just save thy life, this pow’r of love. "
― Ian Doescher , William Shakespeare's Get Thee Back to the Future!
