The Warriors
1979
Cyrus: Can you dig it?
Luther: There he is... that's him... that's... the warrior!
Riffs leader: Riffs! Gramercy Riffs: (shouts) Yeah, right!
Ajax: (to Swan) Since when are you a fuckin' diplomat?
Swan: (caught outside the subway by the Baseball Furies) Maybe we better take off... Ajax: Yeah, right... (they run)
Cowboy: (winded, running from the Furies) I can't make it. Ajax: Are you sure? Cowboy: Yes, I'm sure... Ajax: Well, good! I'm sick of runnin' from these wimps!
Swan: (to Mercy) Why don't you just tie a mattress to your back? You don't care where it is, do you?
Swan: Did you see him get busted? Cochise: I seen him, then he wasn't there no more... I was hauling ass! Swan: Why don't you look around and make sure we're okay. Rembrandt: This is a graveyard!
Ajax: Maybe you're all just goin' faggot.
D.J.: Be lookin' good, Warriors. All the way back to Coney. You hear me babies? Good.
Masai: I want ALL the Warriors! I want them alive, if possible. If not, wasted! But I want them. Send the word!
Mercy: Yeah, that's right, Warriors. Just keep walkin'. Real tough muthas, ain't ya? You guys don't show me much. Why don't you pinheads just walk all the way back home, huh?
Mercy: See that guy? Over there! He's after you, and he's got some guys with him. Swan: I know they're on my ass, but now they know I know it.
Rembrandt: What do you know about Cyrus? Snow: He's the one and only.
Luther: Warriors, come out to play-i-ay.
Ajax: I'll shove that bat up your ass and turn you into a popsicle.
Swan: Why did you waste Cyrus? Luther: No reason... I just like doing things like that!
(the Warriors finally return to Coney Island at daybreak) Swan: This is what we fought all night to get back to?
Riffs leader: You Warriors are good. Real good. Swan: The best.
Swan: You recognize them? Fox: Orphans. So far down they're not even on the map. Real low class. Swan: Numbers? Fox: Full strength, maybe thirty? Vermin: Thirty, a lot more than eight Ajax: Not if they're wimps!... and I'm sick of this running crap.
Cochise: When you're president of the biggest gang in the city, you don't have to take any shit. Ajax: Ah, fuck him!
(as they all observe the subway station) Ajax: Come on, what kind of chickenshit crap is this. Cochise: Yeah, come on? We're here, what are we waiting for? Fox: The train would help! Unless you wanna go up there and get jacked on an open platform. Cochese: Bullshit man, there ain't nobody in the street. Ajax: He's right! We're acting like faggots! (a bus with bright headlights approaches) Swan: Just keep talking.
Cowboy: You never know what you're gonna run into out there, we're wearing our colors and we can't hide. Vermin: Who wants to hide!
Swan: When we get there, you stick close by, okay? Rembrandt: "Don't worry, I don't feel like getting wrecked.
Vermin: How much longer we gotta wait? We might be here forever, I'm sick of waiting for trains! Swan: Vermin, sit down and shut up.
Snow: It's the Turnbull A.C.'s. Cowboy: Think they forgot about the truce? Vermin: No shit! Ajax: Those lousy skin-headed Fucks!
Cochese: Where going in there with nothing? Snow: Where going like everybody else, "Nine Guys No weapons."
Mercy: Come on. What's wrong? Swan: Let's just get to the next station O.K.? Mercy: Oh... please, come on... come on? Swan: You know your just part of everything that's happening tonight and it's all bad! (pause) Just go back to where ever it was you came from.
Cyrus: Can you count, suckahs?
Rembrandt: The chicks are packed! The chicks are packed!
Orphan Leader: (brandishing a razor and shouting) You see what you get, Warriors? You see what you get when you mess with the Orphans?
Cowboy: What do you know about Cyrus? Cochese: Magic... whole lotta magic.
Mercy: Friday nights are good. Saturday nights are better.