Mad Max
Mad Max

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!

Mad Max
Mad Max

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 work with.
[Max pulls Grease Rat out from under the car]
Grease Rat: You asshole! What the moly fuck you

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 head]
Grease Rat: What the Christ are you?
Max: I wanna know about the tattoo.
Grease Rat: I mind my own business,

don't I? I mean, they'll kill me, won't they?
[Max turns a lever and the car collapses on Grease Rat crushing him. Max turns the lever and raises the car and pulls Grease Rat out from under the car. Grease Rat coughs. Max grabs him]
Max: I'll say the names, and you say "yes" or "no". Nightrider...
[Grease Rat nods his head]
Max:

Toecutter, Bubba Zanetti.
Grease Rat: Yes
Max: There'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 get their bikes. For Christ's Sake! I don't know.

Mad Max
Mad Max

Mudguts: [as Toecutter is harassing Jessie] Watch the tongue, lovable, I've seen him lick his own eyebrow clean!