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.
The Gyro Captain: Don't touch please, that's a precision instrument.
Max: I got all I need here.
Papagallo: You don't have a future. I could offer you that.
Toady: Greetings from The Humungus! The Lord Humungus! The Warrior of the Wasteland! The Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla.
Humungus: I am gravely disappointed. Again you have made me unleash my dogs of war.
Max: I'm just here for the gasoline.
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.
Max: Two days ago, I saw a vehicle that would haul that tanker. You want to get out of here? You talk to me.
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.
Curmudgeon: That's two thousand miles from here. How do you expect us to get it there? Drag it?
Pappagallo: If we have to, yes. There's always a way. But the first step... defend the fuel.
Big Rebecca: Words, just words. You'll die for a pipe dream.
Warrior Woman: Wrong, we fight for a belief. I stay.
The Captain's Girl: I wish it would work, Pappagallo. You can't expect to compete with that. Every day we get weaker while they get stronger. It's finished. I'm sorry.
The Gyro Captain: They've got you wrong. You're not a coward. stupid, maybe. But not a coward.
Wez: The gaaaate! THE gaaaaaate.
The Gyro Captain: Lingerie. Oh, remember lingerie?