[Something about this side of Marty yanks at his conscience. In this moment, he can clearly see the friend he knows and loves. He's more like the Marty in a fledgling garage band than the one from the glitz of here and now. He can almost hear Marty fretting about audition tapes.

Regardless of how nonexistent their friendship is at the moment, Doc can't help but feel guilty.]

And with error comes humiliation and possibly the end of the world as you know it?

[He gently shakes his head.]

The tabloids will have a new target by tomorrow. This town's attracting more and more...shall we say weirdness every day.

[Including himself, of course.]