Warriors

Cyrus:
Can you dig it?

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' f*ggot.

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!

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 sh*t.

Ajax:
Ah, f*** him!

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 japed on an open platform.

Cochese:
Bullshit man, there ain't nobody in the street.

Ajax:
He's right! We're acting like faggots!

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!

Snow:
It's the Turnbull A.C.

Cowboy:
I think they forgot about the truce?

Vermin:
No Sh*t!

Ajax:
Those lousy skin-headed F***s!

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!

Swan:
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!

Right about now clion's probably got an ice pick shoved half way up his ass

Good I’m tired of running from these .....