We Know Who You Are Bronze
Mad Max (1979)
[the Child is handcuffed to a car that's almost to explode]
Max: The concatenation in those handcuffs is high-tensile steel. Information technology'd accept yous x minutes to hack through information technology with this. At present, if y'all're lucky, you could hack through your talocrural joint 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 them back their heroes!
Max: Ah, Fif. Practise yous really wait me to go for that crap?
Fifi: Y'all gotta acknowledge I sounded adept there for a minute, huh?
Max: I'grand scared, Fif. You know why? It's that rat circus out there. I'm beginning to enjoy information technology.
Fifi: What is this, funny week?
Max: Await. Any longer out on that road and I'yard i of them, you know? A terminal crazy... only I got a bronze badge to say I'1000 one of the good guys.
Toecutter: That there is Cundalini... and Cundalini wants his mitt back!
Goose: [via radio] Max.
Max: [via radio] Become alee.
Goose: We are 100% SNAFU.
Max: Y'all ok?
Goose: Nothin' a year in the torrid zone wouldn't prepare.
Max: Much damage?
Nightrider: [via radio] You should see the damage, statuary. Huh? metal damage, brain damage. Heheheh. Are yous listening, statuary? I am the Nightrider. I'm a fuel injected suicide machine. I am a rocker, I am a roller, I am a out-of-controller! I'thousand the Nightrider, baby!
[unintelligible]
Nightrider: ... and we ain't never comin' dorsum!
[the gang is holding Sprog]
Jessie: [pleading] Delight. Give me my baby.
Toecutter: [feigning concern] Jessie, Jessie, Jessie. You've not got a sense of sense of humour.
[whispering]
Toecutter: You lot've got a pretty confront, though. Awful pretty. Awful pretty.
[brightly]
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 confront roughly with his hand, and then whispering]
Toecutter: ... lose the face...
Jessie: Delight don't hurt my babe.
Toecutter: ...you've got NOTHING.
Jessie: What practise you Desire from me?
Toecutter: Don't change the subject.
Goose: Jimmy the Goose, larger than life and twice as ugly!
[Max hands Fifi his letter of resignation]
Fifi: What's this?
Max: I'm through.
Fifi: Again?
Max: No, not once again. I'grand through. I'm quitting.
Fifi: Sit down.
Max: I didn't come hither to dicuss information technology, I came here to say information technology. I'm through.
Fifi: Now just a infinitesimal! Alright, so the Goose bought it, simply that's the style he e'er came in the world...
Max: -Off beat out!
Goose: [describing the supercharged Interceptor that'south idling, in particular the supercharger itself] You tin can close 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'southward meanness prepare to music and the bitch is born to run!
Goose: [looking at Max just staring at the engine] He's in a coma, human!
Nightrider: The Toecutter - he knows who I am. I am the Nightrider! I am the chosen one. The mighty hand of vengeance, sent downwardly to strike the unroadworthy! I'g hotter than a rollin' die. Step correct up, chum, and lookout man the child lay down a rubber route, right to FREEDOM!
Roop: That scag and his floozie, they're gonna die!
Roop: Main strength Patrol.
Roop: Were out of the game unable to continue pursuit.
Roop: You ameliorate ship a Meat Truck. Charlie's copped a bucket in the throat.
[last lines]
Johnny the Boy: [Max limps away after handcuffing Johnny to the car, leaking gas next to a fire] Y'all're *mad*, man! You recollect I look dizzy, don't ya? Ha, ha! Don't bring this on me, man!
[sobbing]
Johnny the Boy: Don't do this to me, please! Aw, Sweet Jesus! I was ill! Don't bring this on me, please!
Max: I only tin't get information technology clear in my caput, Jess. He was and then full of living, you lot know? He ran a franchise on it. Now there'due south zippo. And hither I am trying to put sense to it, when I know there isn't whatsoever.
[after Roop and Charlie crash into a bystander's van]
Charlie: Boy, nosotros're really going to get it this time. He had his indicator on.
Roop: Shut upwardly!
Goose: What a turkey! Hey, fella! You're a turkey!
Goose: It was like slow motion. He leaves his seat and goes through the windshield, headfirst directly into the tree, right? And so bounces back through the windshield. And by the fourth dimension we got to him, he was just sitting at that place, trying to scream with his face ripped off.
[pause]
Goose: What's the affair?
Restaurant Patron: Not hungry anymore.
Goose: Requite it hither.
Max: [to old adult female] I think we've got some hoon trouble...
[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, go out of there. Cundalini, put her against the post.
[indicating mannequin]
Toecutter: We have a problem here. She... is non... what she seems. Bubba Zanetti has it on good say-so. 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'southward shotgun and blasts her]
Johnny the Boy: [kneeling in front end] If you're going to waste matter the statuary, you lot gotta do it large!
Bubba Zanetti: You lot merely don't have the style, do ya. Chickenshit.
Goose: Nosotros'll See yous on the road, skag! We'll Encounter you on the road like nosotros saw The Nightrider!
Johnny the Boy: We remember The Nightrider! And we know who y'all are!
Grease Rat: Like the sign says, "speed's just a question of money. How fast you wanna become?"
Johnny the Boy: Whacked right out of his skull homo! He ain't never comin' back!
Nightrider: Built-in with a steering wheel in his manus and atomic number 82 in his human foot. He is the Nightrider cruising at the speed of fearfulness! This is the Nightrider, and we ain't never coming back! I'k a fuel-injected suicide automobile! I am a rocker! I am a roller! I am the out-of-controller! I am the Nightrider!
Ziggy: [nearly Cundalini's hand] I figure it's lost property. If no one makes a claim to it, I say we can forget it.
Fifi: People don't believe in heroes anymore.
Labatouche: I know McCaffee, you want to requite them back their heroes. You will not try this 1 on me again, I do not relish wasting money. Goodbye and practiced luck.
Fifi: Thank you Labatouche, you're a real human.
Goose: You've seen it!... You've heard it!... and you're still asking questions?
Grease Rat: [Max returns to the garage to question Greast Rat about the Toecutter and his gang] Bubba Zanetti, is that? You come for the grunt? She won't be ready until this afternoon. Still having trouble with the front forks. They're mongrels to piece of work with.
[Max pulls Grease Rat out from nether the car]
Grease Rat: You asshole! What the moly fuck you lot think you're doing?
Max: You and me are gonna talk about the Toecutter.
Grease Rat: Never heard of him
[Max pushes Grease Rat back under the car, hitting his caput]
Grease Rat: What the Christ are you?
Max: I wanna know nearly the tattoo.
Grease Rat: I mind my ain business concern, don't I? I mean, they'll kill me, won't they?
[Max turns a lever and the machine collapses on Grease Rat crushing him. Max turns the lever and raises the car and pulls Grease Rat out from under the auto. Grease Rat coughs. Max grabs him]
Max: I'll say the names, and you say "yeah" or "no". Nightrider...
[Grease Rat nods his head]
Max: Toecutter, Bubba Zanetti.
Grease Rat: Yes
Max: At that place's more?
Grease Rat: Johnny.
Max: Johnny the boy?
Grease Rat: Yeah. Some others.
Max: Where?
Grease Rat: Out at the beaches, looking for fuel.
Max: Are they coming back?
Grease Rat: I don't know. They gotta become their bikes. For Christ's Sake! I don't know.
Charlie: We're all the same mobile.
Roop: For Christ's sake, shove over!
Charlie: You're blaspheming again. I don't have to work with a blasphemer.
Fifi: That Code yous ran down a few days ago.
Max: The Nightrider?
Fifi: The Nightrider, yeah. Got a trouble.
Max: What's that?
Fifi: His friends. Word is they're out to get you.
Max: Scoot jockeys?
Fifi: Yeah, nomad trash.
Max: Well, I'll add it to my threat collection.
Fifi: Proficient boy, Max. You're a practiced boy.
Starbuck: [watching Jessie get out of her car with Sprog] Look what'southward turned upward for Lord's day dinner.
Mudguts: Main course and dessert!
Starbuck: And my favorite kind... female!
Goose: Hey, Midge, don't write off the Goose until you see the box going into the hole.
Mudguts: [as Toecutter is harassing Jessie] Picket the natural language, lovable, I've seen him lick his own countenance make clean!
Bubba Zanetti: Johnny the Boy has done it again. This fourth dimension it's a scrubber. He's never gonna learn.
Toecutter: But we are going to teach him, Bubba. Yous are going dorsum for him.
Bubba Zanetti: No manner! Not me, not for him!
Toecutter: Merely it'due south non for him. It'south for me, Bubba.
[whistles]
Toecutter: [to Johnny the Boy] The Bronze, they keep you lot from being proud.
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