Rock & Rule

Mok:
Evil spelled backward is "live," and we all want to live, don't we?

Mok:
Enough about them, let's talk about you. What did you think of my last album?

Angel:
I loved it!

Omar:
I bought it too; my gerbil uses it for a room divider.

Dizzy:
Nuke York's only three days away.

Stretch and Zip:
Gonna take us six days. We only got half a car left.

Toad:
Words to the wise-guy - be nice, or be dog food! Follow?

Stretch and Zip:
Oh NO! This is my car! My wheels! My VOLTAGE WAGON!

Carnegie Hall Groupie:
...and it smelled just like cleaning fluid and made me wanna like WAX THE FLOOR. So like can someone tell me like, is this concert for real, or it it just another rip off?

Mok:
She can sing, or she can scream. But she still pissed me off.

Omar:
You'd better put some antiseptic on that before it festers.

Omar:
Welcome to the modest house of Mok!

Stretch:
Oh Diz! What is it?

Dizzy:
Whatever it is, it's evil.

Mylar:
Fabuloso! I put those two kids together, and what to you get? How about that show! Good night, Mok, where ever you are. Just kidding folks, he's just backstage... er, I think.

Mylar:
Fabuloso! I put those two kids together, and what to you get? How about that show! Good night, Mok, where ever you are. Just kidding folks, he's just backstage... er, I think. You get the greatest show ever! Let's hear it for these kids, and hope that this never happens again!

Mok:
Allow me to introduce the Rollerskating Schlepper Brothers: Toad, Sleazy and Zip—mes assistants stupides.

Mok:
Zip, Zip, Zip. There is no longer black or white, good or evil. "Evil" spelt backwards is "Live", and we all want to do that, now, don't we?

Mok:
My vengeance...DESTROY THEM ALL!

Mok:
The magic of one voice! One heart! One song! But there is no "ONE"!

Omar:
[apologising to Toad] I'm sorry...dogbreath!

Angel:
Now I have revealed exactly why I'm here. I'll be your Angel, if you want to see... how perfect...sharing love with an angel can be.

Angel:
If I can sing it up, I can sing it back.

Stretch:
That was my car...my wheels...my Voltage wagon!

Dizzy:
Get a grip on yourself, Dizzy...uh-oh. We're not gonna die...oh yes, we are...!

Dizzy:
Just remember, Omar: it's not Ohmtown, it's Nuke York.

Cindy:
Sometimes these brothers of mine really burn my buns, too! They keep this place locked up tighter than a hummingbird's tweet.

Narrator: [reading blue text over black screen] The war was over. The only survivors were street animals: dogs, cats and rats. From them, a new race of mutants evolved. That was a long time ago... [thunder crashes, text then scrolls] Mok, a legendary super-rocker, has retired to Ohmtown. There, his computers work at deciphering an ancient code which would unlock a doorway between this world and another dimension. Obsessed with his dark experiment, Mok himself searches for the last crucial component... [as scrolling text fades, next line zooms on screen] a very special voice.