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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.

The Motorcycle Boy: California's like a beautiful, wild... beautiful, wild girl on heroin... who's high as a kite, thinkin' she's on top of the world, not knowing she's dying even if you show her the marks.

The Motorcycle Boy: Blind terror in a fight can easily pass for courage.

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: Hey, man. I really dig the colors!
[referring to the Siamese fighting fish]
The Motorcycle Boy: The colors?
Rusty James: The colors are cool.
The Motorcycle Boy: Uh-huh. Makes me kind of sorry I can't see the colors.
Rusty James: I never thought you were sorry about anything.

Patterson the Cop: What's the big interest in the pet store all of a sudden?
Mr. Dobson: They've been hanging around here.
The Motorcycle Boy: Take a look at the fish.
Patterson the Cop: You're crazy. You're really crazy. And, you know, I've known all about it all along.
The Motorcycle Boy: But they belong in the river.
[guesturing at the fish]
The Motorcycle Boy: I don't think they would fight if they were in the river. If they had room to live.
Patterson the Cop: Someone ought to get you off the streets.
The Motorcycle Boy: Somebody ought to put the fish in the river.
[starts chuckling to himself]

The Motorcycle Boy: [he and Steve come across a wounded Rusty]
[quietly]
The Motorcycle Boy: You gotta keep still.
The Motorcycle Boy: [carefully begins to pick up Rusty] You're gonna be okay. Don't move.
Rusty James: You pissed off at me, man?
The Motorcycle Boy: [takes Rusty in his arms]
[whisper]
The Motorcycle Boy: Don't talk. I'll take care of you.

R.I.P The Motorcycle Boy