Not only is this guy a pushover, but he relegates himself to loserdom with such a voice that it makes you just want to shake the shit out of him. If this guy could spend five minutes lifting up his skirt and grabbing his balls, rather than bemoaning his myriad shortcomings, he wouldn’t be…well, he wouldn’t be George McFly.
Whiniest Line: I know what you’re gonna say, son. And you’re right, you’re right. But uh… Biff just happens to be my supervisor, and I’m afraid I’m just not very good at… confrontations.
Now, I’m not here to start some huge holy war over mental illness, but I AM here to point out famous movie characters who act whiny as shit, and Raymond Babbit certainly falls into that camp. Now, he isn’t always high-maintenance, but sometimes people with autism require a little more care than others. Hence “special needs.” For instance, how many things does this guy “definitely” have to do?
Here’s a list:
Definitely can’ drive on Monday
Definitely have to watch to TV
Definitely has to dance on his date
Definitely has to dance with Iris
That’s a lot of stuff he needs to do.
Vern was the wet blanket. The fat kid that couldn’t get on board with a single thing the gang had up their sleeves. Hey Vern – you were going on a clandestine trip to see a dead body. Some questionable shit is going down, so if you aren’t on board, turn your cookie dough-ass around, take your comb, and go home.
Whiniest Line: What am I supposed to do, think of everything? I brought the comb!