Cyrus: Can you dig it?
[At the big conclave/street gang meeting, Cyrus, the boss of the street gang appears]
Cyrus: [yelling] Can you count, suckers? I say, the future is ours... if you can count!
[a couple of soldiers cheer for Cyrus]
Cyrus: Now, look what we have here before us. We got the Saracens sitting next to the Jones Street Boys. We've got the Moonrunners right by the Van Cortlandt Rangers. Nobody is wasting nobody. That... is a miracle. And miracles is the way things ought to be.
[Few more soldiers cheering for Cyrus]
Cyrus: You're standing right now with nine delegates from 100 gangs. And there's over a hundred more. That's 20,000 hardcore members. Forty-thousand, counting affiliates, and twenty-thousand more, not organized, but ready to fight: 60,000 soldiers! Now, there ain't but 20,000 police in the whole town. Can you dig it?
Gang Members: Yeah.
Cyrus: Can you dig it?
Gang Members: Yeah!
Cyrus: Can you dig it?
Gang Members: YEAH!
[shouting and Cheering]
Cyrus: Now, here's the sum total: One gang could run this city! One gang. Nothing would move without us allowing it to happen. We could tax the crime syndicates, the police, because WE got the streets, suckers! Can you dig it?
Gang Members: YEAH!
[shouting and Cheering]
Cyrus: The problem in the past has been the man turning us against one another. We have been unable to see the truth, because we have fighting for ten square feet of ground, our turf, our little piece of turf. That's crap, brothers! The turf is ours by right, because it's our turn. All we have to do is keep up the general truce. We take over one borough at a time. Secure our territory... secure our turf... because it's all our turf!
Luther: There he is! That's him! That's... the Warrior! He shot Cyrus!
Cleon: Man, you crazy! I din't do nuthin'!
Luther: We saw 'im!
Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: Yeah, that's him.
Luther: He's the one! He's the one! The Warriors did it!
[starts charging Cleon]
Luther: The Warriors did it! The Warriors did it! The Warriors did it!
Gramercy Riffs: [shouts] Yeah, right!
Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: [at the candy store] We set?
Luther: We're set alright. Somebody should pick their ass up. The Riffs sent out the word. They want 'em alive. We don't.
Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: Sooner someone grabs 'em, the better.
Luther: What's the matter? Ya afraid the Warriors are gonna shoot their mouths off before they get wacked?
Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: Yeah, right! I'm worried! I just don't want the Riffs down on my head!
Luther: No sweat. They're lookin' for the Warriors, remember? We can do some lookin' too... Oughta make you feel better.
Ajax: [to Swan] Since when are you a fuckin' diplomat?
Ajax: Fuckin' A!
Swan: [caught outside the subway by the Baseball Furies] Maybe we better take off...
Ajax: Yeah, right...
Cowboy: [winded, running from the Baseball Furies] I can't make it.
Ajax: Are you sure?
Cowboy: Yes, I'm sure...
Ajax: Well, good! I'm sick of runnin' from these wimps!
Swan: [to Mercy] Why don't you just tie a mattress to your back? You don't care where it is, do you?
Swan: Did you see him get busted?
Cochise: I seen him, then he wasn't there no more... I was hauling ass!
Swan: Why don't you look around and make sure we're okay.
Rembrandt: This is a graveyard!
Ajax: Maybe you're all just goin' faggot.
Masai: [addressing the Gramercy Riffs] Warriors! Who are the Warriors?
Masai: There must be some word!
Masai: I want ALL the Warriors! I want them alive, if possible. If not, wasted! But I want them. Send the word!
Mercy: Yeah, that's right, Warriors. Just keep walkin'. Real tough muthas, ain't ya? You guys don't show me much. Why don't you dickheads just walk all the way back home, huh?
Mercy: See that guy? Over there! He's after you, and he's got some guys with him.
Swan: I know they're on my ass, but now they know I know it.
Luther: Warriors, come out to play-i-ay.
Ajax: I'll shove that bat up your ass and turn you into a popsicle.
Swan: Why'd you do it? Why'd you waste Cyrus?
Luther: No reason. I just... like doing things like that!
[the Warriors finally return to Coney Island at daybreak]
Swan: This is what we fought all night to get back to?
Swan: You recognize them?
Fox: Orphans. So far down they're not even on the map. Real low class.
Fox: Full strength: maybe 30?
Vermin: Thirty. A lot more than eight.
Ajax: Not if they're wimps!... and I'm sick of this running crap.
Cochise: When you're president of the biggest gang in the city, you don't have to take any shit.
Ajax: Ah, fuck him!
[as they all observe the subway station]
Ajax: Come on, what kind of chickenshit crap is this.
Cochise: Yeah, come on? We're here, what are we waiting for?
Fox: The train would help! Unless you wanna go up there and get jacked on an open platform.
Cochese: Bullshit man, there ain't nobody in the street.
Ajax: He's right! We're acting like faggots!
[a bus with bright headlights approaches]
Swan: Just keep talking.
Cowboy: You never know what you're gonna run into out there. If we're wearing our colors, we can't hide.
Vermin: Who wants to hide?
Swan: When we get there, you stick close by, okay?
Rembrandt: Don't worry. I don't feel like getting wrecked.
Vermin: How much longer we gotta wait? We might be here forever, I'm sick of waiting for trains!
Swan: Vermin, sit down and shut up.
Vermin: Okay, okay!
Snow: It's the Turnbull A.C.'s.
Cowboy: Think they forgot about the truce?
Vermin: No shit!
Ajax: Those lousy skinhead fucks!
Cochese: We're going in there with nothing?
Snow: We're going like everybody else: nine guys, no weapons.
Mercy: Come on. What's wrong?
Swan: Let's just get to the next station O.K.?
Mercy: Oh... please, come on... come on?
Swan: You know your just part of everything that's happening tonight and it's all bad!
Swan: Just go back to where ever it was you came from.
Cyrus: Can you count, suckahs?
Rembrandt: [realizing that the Lizzies have lured them into a trap] Shit! The chicks are packed! The chicks are packed!
Orphan Leader: [brandishing a razor and shouting] You see what you get, Warriors? You see what you get when you mess with the Orphans?
Mercy: Friday nights are good. Saturday nights are better.
Swan: I bet you can't even remember who you get on Friday and Saturday night... you probably don't remember what they look like...
Mercy: Sometimes I can and sometimes I can't... who gives a damn?
Orphan Leader: They write about our raids in the paper.
Fox: Yeah. That's really heavy. The Orphans, right? Yeah, our youth worker, she talks about you guys all the time.
Orphan: We ain't got one.
Fox: Well, that must be because you guys are so bad, they're afraid of you.
Candy Store Girl: Hey, what about the money you owe?
Luther: [shouts] FOR WHAT?
[Throws the stolen candy bar on the counter]
Fox: We're not going to change who we are just because some whore shakes her ass.
Orphan: We're gonna rain on you, Warriors!
Luther: [clicking beer bottles together] Waaaarrrrrriiiorsss, come out to pla-ay!
Orphan: Lighten up Mercy! Stop lookin' for trouble!
Orphan Leader: Should have slapped your mouth the moment you opened it!
Mercy: So who stopped you!
Gramercy Riff: We got a report from the Bronx. Some small time clique ran into them... The Orphans.
Masai: They're not in our network!
Gramercy Riff: They rumble anyway. They got wasted.
Cleon: I know that a lot of you aren't too happy about going out on patrol. Just just remember this, out of a street family of 120, plus affiliates, you were chosen for this expedition. That makes you special. Now, here's the line up: Swan, second-in-command, war chief, stay by me. Snowball, you're the music man. Cowboy: soldier of the middle. Vermin, you're the bear. You carry the tokens and the bread. Rembrandt, you got the stuff? I want you to hit everything in the city. I want the people to know that the Warriors were there.
Ajax: That'll just slow us down.
Cleon: Ajax, you're just soldier. Try and keep your mouth shut! Fox: scout and memory man. Run ahead and tell us all we need to know. Cochise, you're with Ajax, soldier of the middle; heavy mother. Now just remember this, there's a truce on. So, don't go around flexing any muscle unless I give the order. Okay? Let's roll!
D.J.: Here's an update, the Turnbull A.C.'s missed their chance, so there's still time for a bit hit. More news later.
D.J.: All right now, for all you boppers out there in the big city, all you street people with an ear for the action, I've been asked to relay a request from the Grammercy Riffs. It's a special for the Warriors, that real live bunch from Coney, and I do mean the Warriors. Here's a hit with them in mind.
Vermin: [getting off the train at Union Square] Where is everybody?
Rembrandt: Looks like we're the first ones here. We're gonna hafta sit and wait... They'll show up.
Vermin: Ooooo, looks like something else showed up.
Cochise: Hey, hey, hey. Now lookit whatcha find here in the big city!
Rembrandt: Hey you guys, we ain't got time.
Vermin: Are ya kiddin'? Time's what we got plenty of!
Lizzie Leader: [the three walk over to the Lizzies] Hiya?
Fox: We were just at that big meeting up in the Bronx. We're goin' home to Coney. Train gets messed up by the fire and dumps us here.
Orphan Leader: I don't know what you're talkin' about, man. How could this be a big meeting if the Orphans wasn't there?
Cochise: [on subway, after escaping Turnbull ACs] Yeah, well we made it, and in a hour, it is C-I! The BIG Coney!
Ajax: You got it. Gimme that fist, buddy!
[high fives Cochise]
Cochise: Yeah! WHEEE!
Swan: When we get there, that's when we made it.
Cochise: Hey no sweat, War Chief.
Masai: What about our patrols?
Riff: So far nothin', but we got somebody here you oughta talk to. He says he saw who shot Cyrus.
Cleon: It's still on and we're goin'. Cyrus sent an emissary this afternoon to make sure. Now, Cyrus don't want anybody packed and he don't want anybody flexing any muscle. So, I gave him my word that the Warriors would uphold the truce.
Cleon: Now everybody says that Cyrus is the one and only.
Cleon: I think we better go have a look for ourself.
D.J.: Be lookin' good, Warriors. All the way back to Coney. Ya hear me, babies? Good. Re-e-al good. Adios.
Rembrandt: They think we shot Cyrus.
Vermin: What are you talking about? I don't get it.
Rembrandt: The Lizzies. They think we shot Cyrus. Every gang in the city must be looking for us!
Cochise: Holy shit!
Rembrandt: We're not gonna be able to make it back!
Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: [Luther just made a phone call and is excited] Well?
Luther: Some two-bit outfit almost got them, but they bopped their way past.
Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: We can meet them at the 96th street station.
Luther: Yeah, platforms probably crawling with cops!
Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: Cops are trying to rack up every gang in this town!
Luther: Yeah, you and me included.
Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: How come you're so happy about this?
Luther: I'm having a good time.
Cleon: [Deleted introductory scene, day time. A girlfriend walks over to Cleon, who is sitting on a bench. As the camera follows her, we see Coney Island - and a huge wall which has 'Warriors' painted on it] ... What are you doing here?
Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: I came to say goodbye.
Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: I don't like it, Cleon.
Cleon: You don't like what?
Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: Going up to this meeting.
Cleon: You ain't going, so don't worry about it.
Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: I'm worried about you going. I've got a feeling. I don't want you getting messed up with something heavy, not way up in the Bronx. You've never even been up there.
Cleon: [puts on his "head-covering," for lack of a better term] This conclave is gonna be a big item.
[His girlfriend looks away, and - we cut to the next scene. Cleon is now standing and addressing the other Warriors]
Cleon: ... I know a lot of you aren't too happy about going on patrol. Just remember this. Out from a street family of 120-plus affiliates, you eight were chosen for this expedition and that makes you special. Now here's the lineup...
[as Cleon reads his choices, the camera focuses on each of them]
Cleon: ... Swan, you're the second-in-command, the war-chief; you stay by me. Snow, you're the music man. Cowboy, you soldier the middle. Vermin, you're the bearer; carry the tokens and the bread. Rembrandt, got the stuff?
[Rembrandt produces a spray can]
Cleon: Now, I want you to hit everything in the city. I want people to know that the Warriors were there.
Ajax: That'll just slow us down.
Cleon: Ajax, you just soldier and try to keep your mouth shut...
Cleon: ... Fox, you're the scout and memory-man; you run ahead and tell us all we need to know. Cochise and Ajax, you soldier the middle; you're the heavy muscle...
[to all eight]
Cleon: ... Now just remember this. There's a truce on, so don't go flexing any muscle unless I give the order.
[Ajax seems displeased]
Cleon: Okay? Let's roll.
[as surf-music plays, the Warriors stride up the boardwalk and into the distance, on this sunny afternoon. Cleon and his girlfriend follow, walking behind everyone else]
Swan: [Deleted introductory scene in the subway] ... What's bugging you? You got a problem?
Ajax: Yeah, I got a problem. I don't like what we're getting into. This whole thing stinks.
Swan: We're going in there just like all the other guys.
Ajax: Just because some jerk named Cyrus wants a conclave and a truce, doesn't mean that it's a good thing. I'm sick of hearing about Cyrus.
Swan: You listen, that's the way it's going to be. And you're going to soldier, just like everybody else.
Ajax: Sure thing, Warchief.
[We cut to the film's normal opening, which shows the Wonder Wheel at night]
Vermin: Where's the rest of them?
Rembrandt: Where's everybody, else?
Snow: Cops, got Ajax. We don't know about, Swan.
Rembrandt: Oh, Jesus.
Cochise: Are you sure about, Ajax?
Snow: Real sure. We better go look, for Swan.
Cowboy: Okay, what are we gonna do now?
Swan: We're going back.
Vermin: You mind tellin' me how? Fuckin' Coney Island must be 50 to 100 miles from here!
Swan: It's the only choice we got.
Cochise: Yeah, real simple. Except that every cop in this city is lookin' to bust our heads.
Swan: We got somethin' else to think about then the cops.
Vermin: Yeah, what?
Snow: The truce. Is it still on?
Vermin: If it ain't, we're gonna have to bop our way back!
Cowboy: Shit, I wish we was packed.
Swan: If you get separated, make it to the platform at Union Square. That's where we change trains.
Ajax: I only got one question. Who named you leader? I got just as much right to take over as you.
Fox: It was Cleon's choice, Swan's war chief.
Ajax: Well, right about now, Cleon's most likely got a nightstick shoved halfway up his ass!
Swan: You still looking for us?
Masai: [looks at Luther] We've found what we're looking for.
Luther: [cowering] No. No... It wasn't us. It was them. It was the Warriors.
Masai: You Warriors are good. Real Good.
Swan: The best.
Masai: The rest is ours.
[Swan nods his head in agreement as the Gramercy Riffs let the Warriors pass]
Luther: [as the Gramercy Riffs descend on the Rogues] Nooooooo!
Ajax: Oh, you'll get it. But I like it rough!
Luther: [pointing a gun to Swan as he demands a final showdown between the two] One on one? You're crazy. You're dead, all of you, and you know it. You're dead.