Dementus: Either way, that last shot will turn my brain into a pink mist so fast I won't even hear the sound of the gun.
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Dementus: Ladies and Gentlemen, start your engines!
Dementus: Ladies and Gentlemen! Start your engines.
The History Man: There will always be war. But to get home, Furiosa fought the world.
Dementus: You two are breaking my heart. You two break my heart, and it's not fair!
Dementus: Where are you going, so full of hope? There is no hope!
Praetorian Jack: If you survive everything we take on together, you'll have all the skills you'll need to go wherever you want to go.
Dementus: That wasn't hope, it was instinct.
Dementus: Lady and gentlemens! Start your engines.
Dementus: We're not so different, you and I
Dementus: The question is, do you have it in you to make it epic?
The History Man: That is the darkest of angels, the fifth rider of the apocalypse.
Dementus: There must be retribution! Justice ... and retribution.
Dementus: Where were they going, so full of hope? There is no hope! Not for them, not for you, certainly not for me!
Furiosa: Despite everything you did to her, she was magnificent!
Dementus: Either way, that last shot will turn my brain into a pink mist so fast I won't even hear the sound of the gun.
Dementus: You idiot, you can never balance the scales of their suffering.
Furiosa: What are you doing? Is there a problem? Praetorian Jack: You drive the V8. Furiosa: I drive the War Rig. Praetorian Jack: Not today. Today you drive Pursuit.
Mary Jabassa: Whatever you do, however long it takes, promise me you'll find your way home.
Immortan Joe: Who's that? Dementus: That... is my daughter, Little D. Little Dementus. Immortan Joe: She looks nothing like you. Dementus: Yes, well she has her mother's perfections and none of my deficiencies. Immortan Joe: Where's the mother? Dementus: Magnificent woman. Fierce, intelligent; taken so cruelly protecting this little one from marauders. Immortan Joe: She looks pale. Dementus: You look pale. She's perfect. Not like the genetic absurdities you have for sons.
Lone War Boy: Is this Halballa? Am I in Valhalla? Big Jilly: What's Valhalla? The History Man: Valhalla is the hall of the slain, a paradise for dead heroes. Dementus: Good for you. We're looking for a place of abundance. Lone War Boy: What's abundance? The History Man: Abundance: plentifulness. Having a copious quantity of something. Lone War Boy: Co... what's "copious quantity"? Dementus: A lot of stuff. A lot of good stuff.
Dementus: History man, a word burger, please? Tears. The History Man: Human tears. The secretions of the lacrimal gland containing oils, salts, proteins, and stress hormones. The tears of joy and those of sorrow have different chemical compositions. Dementus: Yes. Sorrow is more... piquant, zesty.
Dementus: What if I choose not to choose? Scrotus: Then you will never know the truth.
Furiosa: My childhood, my mother. I want them back.
Immortan Joe: And who are you? Organic Mechanic: Well I'm the organic mechanic, all things therapeutic.
Dementus: No time for long goodbye's. We've done some mighty things together, goodbye.
Smeg: Who are they? Dementus: Someone confident and excessively resentful.
Scrotus: I am Scrotus. Rictus Erectus: I am Rictus. We are the sons of the Immortan Joe. Scrotus: And now, we're going to kill you.
