The Gyro Captain: They've got you wrong. You're not a coward. STUPID, maybe. But not a coward.
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: [Max jerks the Captain's face to his own by the collar] I reckon ...
Wez: [to Max] YOU! You can RUN, but you can't HIDE!
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.
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.
The Gyro Captain: [the Gyro Captain realizes Max's shotgun had been empty the entire time] Empty! All this time! [reproachful] The Gyro Captain: That's dishonest! Low!
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.
The Gyro Captain: Lingerie. Oh, remember lingerie?
The Gyro Captain: [Max starts to pull a concealed knife from under his car. The Captain puts a loaded crossbow to his neck from behind] A fellah, a QUICK fellah, might have a weapon under there. I'd have to pin his head to the panel...
Pappagallo: If you had a contract, it was with him. And it died with him.
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. ...
