Customer: Waiter?
Cut back to Marty. Suddenly another video waiter, who looks like Ronald Reagan, zooms up to Marty.
"Ronald Reagan": Welcome to the Cafe 80's, where it's always morning in America, even in the aftern..n..noon. Our special today is mesquite-grilled sushi, Cajun style
The screen is "interrupted" by another video waiter on the same video. This one looks like the Ayatollah Khomeini.
"Ayatollah Khomeini": You must try the hot Satan special!
The two waiters keep talking over one another it gets hard to make out what they are saying.
Marty: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
The video waiters shut up.
Marty: All I want is a Pepsi.
A Pepsi in a futuristic bottle appears out of the counter. Marty picks it up and looks at it.
Biff: Hey McFly!
Marty turns to Biff.
Biff: Yeah, I seen you around. You're Marty McFly's kid, aren't you?
Marty: Biff?
Biff: You're Marty Jr! Tough break kid, must be rough being named after a complete butthead.
Marty: What's that supposed to mean?
Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home? Huh?
He taps Marty on the head with his cane.
Biff: Think McFly, think. Your old man, is still a loser?
Marty: What?
Biff: That's right. Loser with a capital L.
Marty: Look, I happen to know that George McFly is not a loser.
Biff: No, I'm not talking about George McFly. I'm talking about his kid.
In the background, a car lands outside the Cafe.
Biff: (continued) Your old man, Marty McFly Senior, the man who took his life and flushed it completely down the toilet.
Marty: I did? (Covering) Uh, I mean, I mean he did?
The cafe doors open and GRIFF enters. Griff is Biff's grandson, and he's even meaner than Biff was in 1955. Griff is wearing tough-guy clothes and a grey, metallic hat.
Griff: Hey Gramps, I told you 2 coats of wax on my car, not just 1.
Biff gets up.
Biff: Hey, hey, I just put the 2nd coat on last week.
Griff: Yeah, with your eyes closed?
Cut to Marty.
Marty: Are you two related?
Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home?
Marty tries to avoid Biff's cane.
Biff: (continued) What'd you think, Griff just calls me grandpa for his health?
Marty: (worried) He's Griff?
Cut to Griff.
Griff: Gramps, what the hell am I paying you for?
Biff: Hey kid, say hello to your grandma for me.
Griff pulls Biff out of the cafe.
Griff: Get out of there Gramps!
Biff: (o.s) Hey, take it easy!
Griff comes back in.
Griff: Hey McFly, don't go anywhere, you're next!
Griff leaves. Marty looks around the Cafe again and sees Wild Gunman, a video game. Two boys are next to it.
Boy 1: Look, a video game! I got it working.
Boy 2: My dad told me about these.
Marty: It is Wild Gunman.