The Road Warrior
Max: If it's all the same to you... I'll drive that tanker.
Pappagallo: The offer is closed. Too late for deals.
Max: No deals. I want to drive that truck.
Max: I got all I need here.
Papagallo: You don't have a future. I could offer you that.
Max: I'm just here for the gasoline.
Max: I want to drive that truck.
Zetta: And how do you plan to do that? Look at yourself. You couldn't drive a wheelchair.
Max: Two days ago, I saw a vehicle that would haul that tanker. You want to get out of here? You talk to me.
Curmudgeon: That's two thousand miles from here. How do you expect us to get it there? Drag it?
Pappagallo: If we have to, yes. There's always a way. But the first step... defend the fuel.
Big Rebecca: Words, just words. You'll die for a pipe dream.
Warrior Woman: Wrong, we fight for a belief. I stay.
The Captain's Girl: I wish it would work, Pappagallo. You can't expect to compete with that. Every day we get weaker while they get stronger. It's finished. I'm sorry.
Curmudgeon: Ya have to come, sonny. This is where we're going.
[Unfolds a multi-panel scenic postcard]
Curmudgeon: Paradise! Two thousand miles from here. Fresh water. Plenty of sunshine. Nothing to do but breed!
[Gives Max a knowing wink]
Humungus: I am gravely disappointed. Again you have made me unleash my dogs of war.
Humungus: [lines spoken offscreen, scarcely audible but coming up in subtitles, while Max is eating the dog food] Smegma crazies to the left! The gate! Gayboy berserkers, to the gate!
The Humungus: What a puny plan.