Mad Max (1979)
Fifi: They say people don't believe in heroes anymore. Well damn them! You and me, Max, we're gonna give them back their heroes!
Max: Ah, Fif. Do you really expect me to go for that crap?
Fifi: You gotta admit I sounded good there for a minute, huh?
[Max hands Fifi his letter of resignation]
Fifi: What's this?
Max: I'm through.
Max: No, not again. I'm through. I'm quitting.
Fifi: Sit down.
Max: I didn't come here to dicuss it, I came here to say it. I'm through.
Fifi: Now just a minute! Alright, so the Goose bought it, but that's the way he always came in the world...
Max: -Off beat!
Max: I'm scared, Fif. It's that rat circus out there, I'm beginning to enjoy it. Look, any longer out on that road and I'm one of them, a terminal psychotic, except that I've got this bronze badge that says that I'm one of the good guys.
[the Kid is handcuffed to a car that's about to explode]
Max: The chain in those handcuffs is high-tensile steel. It'd take you ten minutes to hack through it with this. Now, if you're lucky, you could hack through your ankle in five minutes. Go.
[the hacksaw is dropped next to The Kid, and Max limps off]
Fifi: They say people don't believe in heroes anymore. Well, damn them! You and me, Max, we're gonna give 'em back their heroes!
Nightrider: I am the Nightrider. I'm a fuel injected suicide machine. I am the rocker, I am the roller, I am the out-of-controller!
Bubba Zanetti: We're here to meet a friend. Comin' on the train.
Station Master: Nothin' comin' on the train except a couple of crates and a, uh, coffin!
Bubba Zanetti: Our friend.
Station Master: That must be your friend over there. They didn't leave much of him.
Bubba Zanetti: Must've cut his heart out, eh?
Station Master: Yes. That's what I meant. Poor bastard!
Toecutter: [whirls on the Station Manager] The Nightrider. That is his name... the Nightrider.
Station Master: [frightened] The NightRider.
Toecutter: Remember him when you look at the night sky!
Station Master: I will.
Toecutter: Take your hat off.
Station Master: Anything you say.
Toecutter: Anything I say. What a wonderful philosophy you have. Take him away.
Toecutter: That there is Cundalini... and Cundalini wants his hand back!
Grease Rat: Like the sign says, "speed's just a question of money. How fast you wanna go?"
Goose: You've seen it!... You've heard it!... and you're still asking questions?
[a car that the bikers demolished earlier has been towed to the Halls of Justice]
Kid: Hey Mister! What happened to the car?
Bubba Zanetti: What do you think happened?
Kid: Looks like it's been chewed up and spat out.
Bubba Zanetti: Perhaps it was a result of anxiety.
Fifi: [sarcastically, as his superior walks out of earshot] Thanks, Labatouche. You're a real human being.
Ziggy: [about Cundalini's hand] Well, unless someone makes a claim for it, I figure it's lost property.
Goose: [describing the supercharged Interceptor that's idling, in particular the supercharger itself] You can shut the gate on this one, Maxie... it's the duck's guts!
Barry, MFP Garage Mechanic: [excitedly] She sucks nitro... with Phase 4 heads! 600 horsepower through the wheels! She's meanness set to music and the bitch is born to run!
Goose: [looking at Max just staring at the engine] He's in a coma, man!
[after Roop and Charlie crash into a bystander's van]
Charlie: Boy, we're really going to get it this time. He had his indicator on.
Roop: Shut up!
Johnny the Boy: Whacked right out of his skull man! He ain't never comin' back!
Goose: See you on the road, skag. See you like we saw your friend, The Nightrider.
Johnny the Boy: We remember The Nightrider! And we know who you are!
Goose: It was like slow motion. He leaves his seat and goes through the windshield, headfirst straight into the tree, right? And then bounces back through the windshield. And by the time we got to him, he was just sitting there, trying to scream with his face ripped off.
Goose: What's the matter?
Restaurant Patron: Not hungry anymore.
Goose: Give it here.
Johnny the Boy: [Max limps away after handcuffing Johnny to the car, leaking gas next to a fire] You're *mad*, man! You think I look silly, don't ya? Ha, ha! Don't bring this on me, man!
Johnny the Boy: Don't do this to me, please! Aw, Sweet Jesus! I was sick! Don't bring this on me, please!
Max: I just can't get it clear in my head, Jess. He was so full of living, you know? He ran a franchise on it. Now there's nothing. And here I am trying to put sense to it, when I know there isn't any.
Goose: [via radio] Max.
Max: [via radio] Go ahead.
Goose: We are 100% SNAFU.
Max: You ok?
Goose: Nothin' a year in the tropics wouldn't fix.
Max: Much damage?
Nightrider: [via radio] You should see the damage, bronze. Huh? metal damage, brain damage. Heheheh. You listen bronze. I am the Nightrider. I'm a fuel injected suicide machine. I am the rocker, I am the roller, I am the out-of-controller! I'm the Nightrider, baby,
Nightrider: , and we ain't never comin' back!
Nightrider: The Toecutter - he knows who I am. I am the Nightrider! I am the chosen one. The mighty hand of vengeance, sent down to strike the unroadworthy! I'm hotter than a rollin' dice. Step right up, chum, and watch the kid lay down the rubber road, ride to freedom!
Roop: Main force Patrol.
Roop: Were out of the game unable to continue pursuit.
Roop: You better send a Meat Truck. Charlie's copped a saucepan in the throat.
[the gang is holding Sprog]
Jessie: [pleading] Please. Give me my baby.
Toecutter: [feigning concern] Jessie, Jessie, Jessie. You've not got a sense of humor.
Toecutter: You've got a pretty face, though. Awful pretty. Awful pretty.
Toecutter: I suppose you don't need a sense of humor with a pretty face. The only trouble is though, Missy, if you should...
[wiping his face roughly with his hand, then whispering]
Toecutter: lose the face.
[Cundalini and Mudguts molest a female mannequin]
Bubba Zanetti: [to Toecutter] Joviality is a game of children.
[Toecutter fires shotgun into the air]
Toecutter: Mudguts, get out of there. Cundalini, put her against the post.
Toecutter: We have a problem here. She... is not... what she seems. Bubba Zanetti has it on good authority. She's sent by the bronze. Full of treachery. The bronze... take our pride.
[Bubba takes aim at the mannequin with a pistol. Suddenly Johnny grabs the Toecutter's shotgun and blasts her]
Johnny the Boy: [kneeling in front] If you're going to waste the bronze, you gotta do it big!
Bubba Zanetti: You just don't have the style, do ya. Chickenshit.