[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]
Max: I'm scared, Fif. You know why? It's that rat circus out there. I'm beginning to enjoy it.
Fifi: What is this, funny week?
Max: Look. Any longer out on that road and I'm one of them, you know? A terminal crazy... only I got a bronze badge to say I'm one of the good guys.
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!
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. Are you listening, bronze? 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'm the Nightrider, baby!
[unintelligible]
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 a rubber road, right to FREEDOM!
[last lines]
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!
[sobbing]
Johnny the Boy: Don't do this to me, please! Aw, Sweet Jesus! I was sick! Don't bring this on me, please!
[Max hands Fifi his letter of resignation]
Fifi: What's this?
Max: I'm through.
Fifi: Again?
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!
[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.
[whispering]
Toecutter: You've got a pretty face, 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 face roughly with his hand, then whispering]
Toecutter: ... lose the face...
Jessie: Please don't hurt my baby.
Toecutter: ...you've got NOTHING.
Jessie: What do you WANT from me?
Toecutter: Don't change the subject.
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!
Goose: We'll See you on the road, skag! We'll See you on the road like we saw The Nightrider!
Johnny the Boy: We remember The Nightrider! And we know who you are!
Kid Outside Halls of Justice: [a car that the bikers demolished earlier has been towed to the Halls of Justice]
Kid Outside Halls of Justice: Hey Mister! What happened to the car?
Bubba Zanetti: What do you think happened?
Kid Outside Halls of Justice: Looked like it was chewed up and spat out.
Bubba Zanetti: Perhaps it's the result of an anxiety.