Gas! -Or- It Became Necessary to Destroy the World in Order to Save It.

Coel:
My car! my food! my supplies!... my ass!

Cilla:
You're first.

Rapist:
This is none of your business.

Cilla:
I'm the rapee, I should have something to say.

[pointing]

Cilla:
You're next, and then you. Come on, honey.

Marissa:
Listen, I just can't bring a child into this kind of a world. Maybe later. Huh, Carlos?... Huh?

Marshal McLuhan:
You know? A good woman is like a steel brush. Think about it.

Marshal's man:
I say we run them out of town

Marshal McLuhan:
That's not the American way! Underneath those ridiculous clothes and destructive attitudes there beats a heart crying: Give me another chance! Who knows, they may be just around a dog leg from... good citizenship.

Marshal McLuhan:
[to Coel] Everything you need to make it here is in that machine. Opportunity. Security. Self respect. [showing his jacket's back] One day you may be wearing these insignia. And that's democracy in action.