Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome

The Collector: People come here to trade, make a little profit, do a little business. If you have nothing to trade, you've got no business in Bartertown. Max: An hour on the inside. That's all. The Collector: Next! Max: I've got skills. I can trade them. The Collector: Sorry. The brothel's full.

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The Collector: If you find him, what then? Max: I'll ask him to return what's mine. The Collector: Oh, and of course he'll be desperate to clear his conscience. Max: He will be. The Collector: You that good? Max: Mmm-hmm. The Collector: Perhaps you've got something to trade after all.

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Auntie Entity: And what did you do before all this? Max: I was a cop, a driver. Auntie Entity: Well, how the world turns. One day cock of the walk, next a feather-duster.

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Max: So what's the plan? Pig Killer: Plan? There ain't no plan!

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Master: Me — order! Me — Master! Me run Bartertown! Max: Sure, that's why you live in shit. Master: Not shit, energy! Max: Call it what you like, it still smells like shit to me. Master: Not shit, energy! No energy, no town! Me — king Arab! Max: Sure. Me — fairy princess. Master: Embargo, on!

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