"The strange thing about television is that it doesn't tell you everything. It shows you everything about life on Earth, but the true mysteries remain. Perhaps it's in the nature of television. Just waves in space."

"Tony Mascia - Arthur"

"You know Tommy, you're a freak. I don't mean that unkindly. I like freaks. And that's why I like you."

"Rick Riccardo - Trevor"

"Scratch's Assistant: See you in hell, blind boy."

"Scratch's Assistant: Well, well, well. Who sent you here? Can't talk, little man? [laughs] Bet ya can't play none, either!"

"Lots of towns … lots of songs … lots of women … good times, bad times … the only thing I wanted anyone to say is … "He could really play … he was good.""

"Where I come from, you don't blow no harp, you don't get no pussy."

"Blues ain't nothing but a good man feeling bad, thinking about the woman he once was with."

"Interestingly enough, there's quite a well-known stunt from [“The Road Warrior”] where a guy hits a bike and flips. That one, believe it or not, was Guy Norris. He was 21, going for a world record. And Guy Norris, all these years later, is the second-unit director and the stunt coordinator on this movie. His two sons are on this movie as War Boys."

"[Sees the smoke from the destroyed Interceptor after Max's attempted escape] Ah, hell. You blew it, you fool."

"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? [Max angrily turns away] Oh, so that's it. You lost your family. That makes you something special, does it? [Grabs at Max, who punches him. Pappagallo then picks himself up] 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!"

"Ya have to come, sonny. This is where we're going. [Unfolds a multi-panel scenic postcard] Paradise! Two thousand miles from here. Fresh water. Plenty of sunshine. Nothing to do but breed! [Gives Max a knowing wink]"

"[regarding Max's gun] Empty! All this time! That's dishonest! Low!"

"Greetings from the Humungus — the Lord Humungus! The warrior of the wasteland, the ayatollah of rock and roll-ah!"

"I'm just here for the gasoline."

"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."

"Reflexes, that's what you've got! Me, I've got brains."

"[Closing narration] 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. [fade to shot of the Feral Kid] 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."

"Lingerie. Oh, remember lingerie?"

"[Opening narration] 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 black fuel and the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel — gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. 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."

"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."

"They've got you wrong. You're not a coward. Stupid, maybe, but not a coward."

"[after decapitating a prisoner] Now take him to be tortured!"

"We are building a fighting force of extraordinary magnitude. We forge our spirits in the tradition of our ancestors. You have our gratitude."

"[telephone rings, answering machine picks up] Herro. This is Dr. Klahn. I'm not home right now. Leave a message when you hear the beep. You have our gratitude. [gong sound]"