Steve:
I don't know why someone hasn't taken a rifle and blown your head off.
The Motorcycle Boy:
Even the most primitive of societies have an innate respect for the insane.
The Motorcycle Boy:
If you're going to lead people, you have to have somewhere to go.
Patterson the Cop:
You think you'll understand him?
Rusty James:
Yeah, but what I don't understand is why you hate him so much?
Patterson the Cop:
I hate him because you kids think he's an idol but he isn't. He is anything else but he is no hero!
Smokey:
You know, if there were gangs around like in the old days, I'd be running things, not you. You'd be second lieutenant. You might have gotten by for a while on the Motorcycle Boy's rep, but you have to be smart to run things. You ain't got your brother's brains. It's nothing personal, Rusty James, but nobody would follow you into a fight because you'd get people killed - and nobody wants to be killed.
Father:
No, your mother... is not crazy. And neither, contrary to popular belief, is your brother crazy. He's merely miscast in a play. He was born in the wrong era, on the wrong side of the river... With the ability to be able to do anything that he wants to do and... findin' nothin' that he wants to do. I mean nothing.
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Midget:
Biff Wilcox is looking for you, Rusty James. He's gonna kill you, Rusty James.
The Motorcycle Boy:
What's this? Another glorious battle for the kingdom?
Rusty James:
Hey, man... I thought you were gone for good.
The Motorcycle Boy:
I thought we had a treaty.
Rusty James:
How can you tell if someone is crazy?
Benny:
Can't always... Depends on how many think he's crazy.
Rusty James:
[Rusty James calling The Motorcycle Boy] Hey bro, let's blow!