The thing about bikers and truckers is they're just regular folks, and that's definitely my demographic.
With Outlook bikers in Australia, if you've got a little emblazoned thing that's got 'one percent' on it, that means you're one percent of the population and a dangerous criminal. If it's '99,' it means you're kind of a nice recreational biker. If it's 'zero percenter,' it just shows you're a total deadbeat.
Mountain biking is such a very small community. I just want to put the hard work in so people don't think I'm a slacker. I want the hardcore mountain bikers to respect, 'Okay, well, he did it the right way.'
If you see a biker chick hanging out with a group of bikers and associated with them, stay away. You'll know right away if a biker chick is free; if she's with someone, she's right by his side. Getting with somebody's old lady is a big no-no. That's more serious than anything in that world.
The Dag: [Cheedo takes off running; Capable and the Dag run after her] Cheedo! Cheedo, don't be stupid!
Capable: STOP!
Cheedo the Fragile: [about Immortan Joe] He'll forgive us, I know he will!
Capable: There's no going back!
Cheedo the Fragile: We were his treasures! We were protected,
he gave us the high life! What's wrong with that?
Capable: Cheedo! We are not things!
Cheedo the Fragile: [Furiosa shoots the bikers riding towards them] NO!
The Dag: Cheedo, we are not things!
Capable: We are not things.
Cheedo the Fragile: I don't want to hear that again!
Capable: [referring to Angharad] They were her words!
Cheedo the Fragile: [angrily] And now she's DEAD!
The Dag: Wring your hands, tear your hair. But you're not going back. You're not going back to him!
Cheedo the Fragile: [crying] ANGHARAD!
[two drunken bikers sit down near Ennis, Alma, and their daughters at the fireworks show]
Biker #1: Whoooeee! Look at this crowd. Bound to be a lot of pussy on the hoof in a crowd like this.
Biker #2: All swelled up with patriotic feeling and ready to be humped like a frog.
Biker #1: So where you figure the most pussy's at -
Las Vegas or California?
Biker #2: Hell, I don't know. But if you make it between Wyoming and Montana, I'd pick Wyoming in a minute.
Ennis Del Mar: Hey, you might wanna keep it down. I got two little girls here.
Biker #1: Fuck you! Asshole.
[to his friend]
Biker #1: Probably quit givin' it to his
wife after his kids was born. You know what that's like?
Alma Beers Del Mar: Ennis, let's move. Let's just move, okay?
Ennis Del Mar: [to bikers] Now, I don't want no trouble from you. You need to shut your slop-bucket mouths, you hear me?
Biker #2: You oughta listen to your old lady, then.
Ennis Del
Mar: Is that right?
Biker #1: Yeah. Move somewhere else.
[Ennis gets up and kicks the first biker hard in the face, then turns angrily on the second one]
Ennis Del Mar: How about it? You wanna lose about half your fuckin' teeth? Huh?
Biker #2: [backing off and leaving] Not tonight, bud. I'd sure rather not.
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.
[after Sonny just allows unwanted bikers to drink in his bar]
Satan's Messengers: You got some brews down here. Nice cold ones. Get us some nice cold brews, come on. Two over here, huh? One more here, one more.
[Sonny takes Calogero outside and talks to him]
Satan's Messengers: Alright, brothers. If I may. A toast to our host.
[They all
salute]
Satan's Messengers: [as they shake their drinks and spray them all over the bar] In the name of the father, the son and the holy ghost!
[Sonny gets angered by this and confronts them again]
Tony Toupee: Look at all the shit all over me.
[the bikers curse at him]
Sonny: Hey!
Satan's
Messengers: Oh, you again.
Sonny: That wasn't very nice. Now youse gotta leave.
Satan's Messengers: I'll tell you when the fuck we leave alright. Get the fuck away from me.
Satan's Messengers: [the bikers laugh at Sonny as he walks to the door] Go watch the bikes eh!
[Sonny locks the front door. All the bikers
look and curse at him]
Sonny: Now youse can't leave.
Calogero 'C' Anello: [narrating] "I will never forget the look on their faces. All eight of them. Their faces dropped. All their courage and strength was drained right from their bodies. They had reputation for breaking up bars, but they knew that instant, they'd made a fatal mistake. This time
they walked into the wrong bar."
[a fight ensues between the bikers and Sonny's gang]