“No,” Charles said quite plainly “as I suspected - you’re telling the truth. So - tell me, Marty. What are you doing here six years before you were even born? You don’t look like the sort of chap who has any real reason to be in 1962?”
"Ah-- well. No. Not really. It's just my ah, my car... broke down."
Not the car itself, though that did happen. The time circuits seemed to be out of whack and Marty didn't have the first clue of how to fix them. Of course, he didn't even understand how the DeLorean was even there at all, in one piece, but he needed to focus on one problem at a time.
"I guess you know when I was born because of the mind reading thing, huh? That's a cool trick."











