Back to the Future.

"Footman, what is that brass-necked little brat doing in the middle of the street?"

"He is pissing about sir."

"Well tell him to stop it man."

"I did tell him sir, but he says he is from the future where kids are allowed to do whatever they want."

"Footman get me back to the past as fast as you can."

"Yes sir."

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