Cyrus: Can you dig it?
Ajax: I'll shove that bat up your ass and turn you into a popsicle.
Luther: Warriors, come out to play-i-ay.
[At the big conclave/street gang meeting, Cyrus, the boss of the street gang appears] Cyrus: [yelling] Can you count, suckers? I say, the future is ours... if you can count! [a couple of soldiers cheer for Cyrus] Cyrus: Now, look what we have here be...
Luther: [clicking beer bottles together] Waaaarrrrrriiiorsss, come out to pla-ay!
Cowboy: [winded, running from the Baseball Furies] I can't make it. Ajax: Are you sure? Cowboy: Yes, I'm sure... Ajax: Well, good! I'm sick of runnin' from these wimps!
Swan: Why'd you do it? Why'd you waste Cyrus? Luther: No reason. I just... like doing things like that!
Riffs leader: You Warriors are good. Real good. Swan: The best.
[as they all observe the subway station] Ajax: Come on, what kind of chickenshit crap is this. Cochise: Yeah, come on? We're here, what are we waiting for? Fox: The train would help! Unless you wanna go up there and get jacked on an open platform. Co...
Masai: You Warriors are good. Real good. Swan: The best.
Mercy: See that guy? Over there! He's after you, and he's got some guys with him. Swan: I know they're on my ass, but now they know I know it.
Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: [Luther just made a phone call and is excited] Well? Luther: Some two-bit outfit almost got them, but they bopped their way past. Cropsey, Rogue Lieutenant: We can meet them at the 96th street station. Luther: Yeah, platfor...
Swan: You still looking for us? Masai: [looks at Luther] We've found what we're looking for. Luther: [cowering] No. No... It wasn't us. It was them. It was the Warriors. Masai: You Warriors are good. Real Good. Swan: The best. Masai: The rest is ours...
Ajax: Maybe you're all just goin' faggot.
[the Warriors finally return to Coney Island at daybreak] Swan: This is what we fought all night to get back to?
Snow: It's the Turnbull A.C.'s. Cowboy: Think they forgot about the truce? Vermin: No shit! Ajax: Those lousy skinhead fucks!
Mercy: Wait a minute. I can't go in there. It's a men's room. Vermin: Are you kidding?
Rembrandt: They think we shot Cyrus. Vermin: What are you talking about? I don't get it. Rembrandt: They think we shot Cyrus. Every gang in the city must be looking for us! Cochise: Holy shit! Rembrandt: We're not gonna be able to make it back!
