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Toe Jam: My lips, Dementus's ear. My lips. Dementus. Mary Jo Bassa: Whatever you have to do, however long it takes, promise me you'll find your way home. Plant this seed. Protect the Green Place. Give me this one gift. Promise. The stars be with you. The People Eater: Among us are nine hundred and seventy-two devout warriors. Any one of them, if chosen, would've done the same. Each would die historic for the Immortan Joe. That's why you're fools. You're all fools for coming here! Immortan Joe: Let him come. Body search, no weapons. Whatever he wants, we'll listen. Then kill him on the spot. The Organic Mechanic: Don't worry, love; you'll make an excellent milker. Fang: They were right, the crazy brothers -- she is a mighty thing. Bigger, faster, stronger, further... The Bullet Farmer: That piece of anus-pus Dementus is running Gastown into the ground and blaming everyone but himself! You tell Immortan Joe, we need a meeting -- a war meeting. Otherwise, we're gonna get our tits caught i

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Dementus: History Man? A Word Burger, please. Tears. 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.

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War Boy: [After a failed self-sacrifice attempt with an arrow sticking out of head] Is this Halvalla? Am I in Valhalla? Rider: What's Valhalla? 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! War Boy: What’s abundance? History Man: Abundance, plentifulness. Having a copious quantity of something. War Boy: Co-- What’s "copus quantity"? Dementus: A lotta stuff! A lotta good stuff.

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Scabrous 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.

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Immortan Joe: [Referring to Furiosa] Who's that? Dementus: That is my daughter, Little D. Little Dementus. Immortan Joe: She looks nothing like you. Dementus: Yes, well she has none of her 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.

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Immortan Joe: Is he your father? Furiosa: No. He slaughtered my mother. Dementus: True -- that is true. And I can tell you, it made this child tough. Tough enough to survive all sorrows when they come her way. I did that for her! I did that for her.

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Furiosa: The Bommyknocker! Do the Bommyknocker! Young War Boy: Now? Furiosa: NOW!

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Scrotus: We have three choices: The Coward's Choice -- Stay here and let Dementus mess with our minds. The Fool's Choice -- Go out and meet an invisible enemy on the road to the Bullet farm. Or the Warrior's Choice -- Go to Gas Town and crush him! Immortan Joe: It is my choice: We make him think we're going to Gas Town.

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Scrotus: What was that? The History Man: That was the darkest of angels. The fifth Rider of the Apocalypse.

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Smeg: Who are they? Dementus: Someone competent and excessively resentful. Smeg: What do you suppose they want? Dementus: Me without my crew.

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Furiosa: Fifteen years ago, there was a woman. Dementus: Oh, so there's more to this! Furiosa: Do you remember her? Dementus: Do I get a clue? Dementus: Right, okay, erm... Redhead. Even her pubes--

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Dementus: If I may... If the shooter goes around the back, the shootee won't know the precise moment of the execution. Minor torture, but every little bit counts. Either way, that rat shot will turn my brain into a pink mist so fast, I won't even hear the sound of the gun. Furiosa: I'll hear it. I'll hear it for the rest of my days. Dementus: Of course you will. Furiosa: Feel the kickback in my hand. Dementus: Sure! Furiosa: I'll remember your face as the slug worms its way into the soft matter of your brain, taking with it what you call your reason, and your memory. From which my mother will fortunately be absent. Dementus: Brilliant. Then I'll be dead, and you'll be sorrowing your lovey-dovey and your mummy magnificent. You idiot. You can never balance the scales of their suffering!

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Dementus: I've been waiting. I've been waiting for someone like you, someone worthy of me. No honor, no rule of law to sort things out. Just two evil bastards out in the wasteland. You do this, you do this right... you become me. Furiosa: I am nothing like you. Dementus: You are me! Already dead! To feel alive, we seek sensation -- any sensation to wash away the cranky black sorrow! It leaves us for a moment, but then it comes back. And we have to do it all again. And we need more, and each time we need more until too much is never enough. We are the already-dead, Little D! You and me. The question is... do you have it in you to make it epic?