Excuse me, sir? [1985 Doc turns and catch a glimpse of his younger self, gasps, and looks away] Yes, you with the hat.

Who? Me?

Yeah. Be a pal, and hand me a 5/8-inch wrench out of that toolbox.

[backs up slowly without turning]

5/8? Uh...don't you mean... [looks to the toolbox] ...3/4?

[looks again at the bolt measurement]

Why, you're right.

I presume...you're conducting some sort of weather experiment. [hands the wrench to his younger self]

That's right. How did you know that?

[checks the cable]

Oh, I happened to have had a little experience in this area.

Yes. [looks up at the sky] Well, I'm hoping to see some lightning tonight, although the weatherman says there's not gonna be any rain.

[looks to the sky as well]

Oh, there’ll be plenty of rain, alright. Wind, thunder, lightning. And it's gonna be one hell of a storm.

Yeah, well, thanks. Nice talking to you. Maybe we'll bump into each other again sometime in the future. [goes to tighten the bolts]

[to himself]

Or in the past. [leaves]