Wez: They kill us, we kill them! Kill them! Kill them! Kill! Kill!
The Humungus: Be still my dog of war. I understand your pain. We've all lost someone we love. But we do it my way! We do it my way. Fear is our ally. The gasoline will be ours. Then you shall have your revenge.
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[the Gyro Captain realizes Max's shotgun had been empty the entire time]
The Gyro Captain: Empty! All this time!
[reproachful]
The Gyro Captain: That's dishonest! Low!
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[Max loads his shotgun with a shell found on a dead body]
The Gyro Captain: How do we know that one's not a dud?
[Max aims at the Captain's face]
Max: Find out.
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The Gyro Captain: Don't touch please, that's a precision instrument.
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Pappagallo: If you had a contract, it was with him. And it died with him.
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Humungus: I am gravely disappointed. Again you have made me unleash my dogs of war.
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The Gyro Captain: Lingerie. Oh, remember lingerie?
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[Max starts to pull a concealed knife from under his car. The Captain puts a loaded crossbow to his neck from behind]
The Gyro Captain: A fellah, a QUICK fellah, might have a weapon under there. I'd have to pin his head to the panel...
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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]
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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.
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Toady: Greetings from The Humungus! The Lord Humungus! The Warrior of the Wasteland! The Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla!
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Max: Two days ago, I saw a vehicle that would haul that tanker. You want to get out of here? You talk to me.
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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.
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The Gyro Captain: Look, we had a deal. I show you the gas, and you let me go, right?
Max: The arrangement was I wouldn't kill you.
The Gyro Captain: After all I've done for you...
[Max jerks the Captain's face to his own by the collar]
Max: I reckon you got a bargain, didn't you?
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Narrator: ...and the Road Warrior... He Lives now, only in my memories.
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The Gyro Captain: They've got you wrong. You're not a coward. STUPID, maybe. But not a coward.
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Pappagallo: What is it with you, huh? What are you looking for? C'mon, Max, everybody's looking for something. You're happy out there, are you? Eh? Wandering? One day blurring into another? You're a scavenger, Max. You're a maggot. Did you know that? You're living off the corpse of the old world. Tell me your story, Max. C'mon. Tell me your story. What burned you out, huh? Kill one man too many? See too many people die? Lose some family?
[Max turns to Pappagallo and gives him an angry glare]
Pappagallo: Oh, so that's it, you lost your family? That makes you something special, does it?
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Max: I got all I need here.
Papagallo: You don't have a future. I could offer you that.
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Pappagallo: Do you think you're the only one that's suffered? We've all been through it in here. But we haven't given up. We're still human beings, with dignity. But you? You're out there with the garbage. You're NOTHING.
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[to Max]
Wez: YOU! You can RUN, but you can't HIDE!
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The Gyro Captain: No! It's *my* snake, I trained it, I'm going to eat it! I got a recipe for snake. Delicious. Fricassee of reptile. You are what you eat.
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[first lines]
Narrator: My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos. Ruined dreams. This wasted land. But most of all, I remember The Road Warrior. The man we called "Max". To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time. When the world was powered by the black fuel. And the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel. Gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. Without fuel, they were nothing. They built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked. But nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. The cities exploded. A whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men. On the roads it was a white line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice. And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed. Men like Max. The warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything. And became a shell of a man, a burnt out, desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again...
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Zetta: You're letting him go! Well, let's keep his vehicle at least!
Pappagallo: He fulfilled his contract. He's an honorable man.
Zetta: Ok, so who's going to drive the tanker?
Pappagallo: I am.
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Mechanic: The last of the V8 Interceptors... a piece of history!
[Picks up the booby trap he just removed]
Mechanic: Would've been a shame to blow it up.
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Max: I'm just here for the gasoline.
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