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Mad Max 2 Quotes

"Just one man can make a difference."

R 1982 · 1h 36m
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17 quotes
Brains vs. Reflexes in Survival
The Gyro Captain Reflexes, that's what you've got! Me, I've got brains.
Fighting for Belief Over Empty Words
Big Rebecca Words, just words. You're going to die for a pipe-dream.
[to Papagallo]
Warrior Woman No. We fight for a belief. I stay.
Testing Uncertainty in a Dangerous Situation
Gyro Captain How do we know that one's not a dud?
Max Find out.
[Points the gun at the Gyro Captain]
Consequences of Carelessness
The Gyro Captain Ah, hell. You blew it, you fool.
[Sees the smoke from the destroyed Interceptor after Max's attempted escape]
Misunderstood Courage in Adversity
The Gyro Captain They've got you wrong. You're not a coward. Stupid, maybe, but not a coward.
Disappointment in Deception and Betrayal
The Gyro Captain Empty! All this time! That's dishonest! Low!
[regarding Max's gun]
Assessment of the Vehicle's Condition
Papagallo How's the rig?
Zetta The rig! How is she?
[shouting to the mechanics]
Mechanic It's got a cracked timing case cover and it's broken a couple of teeth off the timing gear.
[to his assistant]
Mechanic's Assistant It's got a cracked timing case cover, it's broken a couple of teeth off the timing gear...
[shouting to Zetta]
Mechanic The radiator's damaged to the core.
Mechanic's Assistant ...the radiator's damaged to the core...
Mechanic It's got a cracked water pump.
Mechanic's Assistant ...it's got a cracked water pump...
Mechanic A fractured injector line.
Mechanic's Assistant ...it's got a fractured injector line!
Papagallo Well, what does all that mean?
Zetta Yeah, okay, but what does that mean?
[shouting to the mechanics]
Mechanic's Assistant What does that mean?
[to the Mechanic]
Mechanic Twenty-four hours.
Mechanic's Assistant Twenty-four hours?
[to Papagallo]
Papagallo They've got twelve!
[after a pause]
Zetta You've got twelve!
[to the mechanics]
Mechanic Okay.
Mechanic's Assistant Okay!
[to Zetta]
Confronting Despair and Human Dignity
Pappagallo What is it with you, huh? What are you looking for? Come on, Max. Everybody's looking for something. You're happy out there? Are you, eh — wandering, one day blurring into another? You're a scavenger, Max. You're a maggot. Did you know that? You're living off the corpse of the old world. Tell me your story, Max. Come on. Tell me your story. What burned you out, huh? Kill one man too many? See too many people die? Lose some family? Oh, so that's it. You lost your family. That makes you something special, does it? 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 angrily turns away; Grabs at Max, who punches him. Pappagallo then picks himself up]
Seeking Fuel in a Post-Apocalyptic World
Mad Max" Rockatansky I'm just here for the gasoline.
Journey to Paradise and Abundance
Curmudgeon Ya have to come, sonny. This is where we're going. Paradise! Two thousand miles from here. Fresh water. Plenty of sunshine. Nothing to do but breed!
[Unfolds a multi-panel scenic postcard; Gives Max a knowing wink]
Humungus: Wasteland Warrior and Rock Icon
Toady Greetings from the Humungus — the Lord Humungus! The warrior of the wasteland, the ayatollah of rock and roll-ah!
Reflections on a World in Ruins
Narrator (The Feral Kid) My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos, ruined dreams, this wasted land. But most of all, I remember the road warrior, the man we called Max. To understand who he was we have to go back to the other time, when the world was powered by the ] and the desert sprouted ] — gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten ] went to war and ]. Without fuel they were nothing. They'd built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked, but nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. Cities exploded — a whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men.On the roads it was a white-line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice, and in this maelstrom of decay ordinary men were battered and smashed — men like Max, the warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything and became a shell of a man, a burnt-out desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again.
[Opening narration; [Oil|black fuel; [Petroleum engineering|great cities of pipe and steel; [Cold War|two mighty warrior tribes; [Nuclear war|touched off a blaze which engulfed them all]
The Balance of Revenge and Strategy
Wez No! No more talk! We go in! We kill! We kill them all! We kill them! We kill them! Kill them! Kill! Kill!
[gasping in the Humungus's chokehold]
Humungus Be still, my dog of war. I understand your pain. We've all lost someone we love, but we do it my way! We do it my way. Fear is our ally. The gasoline will be ours. Then you shall have your revenge.
Nostalgia for Lingerie in a Wasteland
The Gyro Captain Lingerie. Oh, remember lingerie?
The Gyro Captain's Unusual Culinary Intentions
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.
Journey to Leadership and Memory
Narrator (The Feral Kid) And so began the journey north to safety, to our place in the sun. Among us we found a new leader: the man who came from the sky, the Gyro Captain. And just as Pappagallo had planned, we traveled far beyond the reach of men on machines. The juice, the precious juice was hidden in the vehicles. As for me, I grew to manhood and in the fullness of time I became the leader, the Chief of the Great Northern Tribe. And the Road Warrior? That was the last we ever saw of him. He lives now only in my memories.
[Closing narration; fade to shot of the Feral Kid]
A Call for Peace in Chaos
The Humungus There has been too much violence, too much pain. None here are without sin, but I have an honorable compromise. Just walk away. Leave the pump, the oil, the gasoline, and the whole compound, and I spare your lives. Just walk away. I will give you safe passage in the wasteland. Just walk away and there will be an end to the horror. I await your answer. You have one full day to decide.