Solarbabies

Gavial:
[making improper advances] Terra? I like the sweat.

Terra:
Get out, you creature of filth!

Gavial:
Hey, I just wanna talk. Maybe a little HANDS-ON PARLEY?

Terra:
[hits him with her shovel] Now I'm listening.

Gavial:
[backs off] Next time.

The Warden:
[words of wisdom to the Solarbabies] Remember, behavior determines existence... Stick with us, learn to serve the Order, and you'll achieve a decent life-grid.

Tutor Nover:
[commenting on a propaganda-film in the Orphanage-classroom] They called themselves Eco-warriors, "Eco" being taken from... what? Rabbit?

Rabbit:
Hey, if they took it, they should give it back.

Grock:
[after the skateball game/attempted Earth Police-bust] Scorpions. You've had special treatment, favors, and training by experts from my maiming squads. Do you deny that...?

Gavial:
No, Strictor Grock.

Grock:
Yet you just allowed yourselves to be TRASHED, by left-brain rollers using homemade gear.

Gavial:
Strictor, if we just had...

Grock:
*Cut your breath*, before you betray your putrid thinking!

Grock:
It's an odd name for a skateball team, don't you think? "Solarbabies." Too soft, not menacing enough. Why do you suppose they chose it?

The Warden:
They don't seem to need anything more menacing, do they? They always seem to win.

Jason:
[having found Bodhi in "Tiretown"]... No! I said, FORGET GOING BACK.

Rabbit:
So what, are we gonna stay HERE?

Tug:
Please, not in Tiretown. I'd rather go back to the desert.

Metron:
And die of thirst?

Terra:
There's GOTTA be another place to go.

Metron:
Well, until YOU'RE ready to SHOW us...

Daniel:
I think we should make our own place to live.

Metron:
Make it out of WHAT, Daniel? Look, even with Bodhi, where would we start? And when would we finish?

Terra:
Metron, if your future lies with the Protectorate, you should have stayed at the Orphanage! [She storms off]

Jason:
[after Darstar has stolen Bodhi, and Daniel has gone after them alone]... Blowing this Orphanage won't be like sneaking off to the Arena. It's not gonna be 20 meters in a ditch for this one, if we get caught; it's gonna mean a Mainstream Labor Site for us.

Metron:
Yeah, or maybe worse.

Rabbit:
What could be worse than THAT?

Metron:
Try SURGICAL ALTERATION. Ever heard of it?

Terra:
They've conditioned us here to be so afraid. There's gotta be a place to go. *We were not born here.* We had parents on the outside, families who might still be alive. Maybe we could find them.

Tug:
It sounds like, if we go, we're not coming back.

Jason:
That's exactly right.

Terra:
[showing her fellow Solarbabies a forbidden poetry book]... You believe all that dog-squeeze they feed us in class? That's not the way it was. *Here's* how it used to be... [reading]..."Thunder rolls distant across the sky, in echo to pale flashes of lightning. The vast cloudscape thickens. The scent of purest water hangs in the air to be savored, before the first large warm drops fall. Then, within seconds, the air is no more, replaced by a vertical curtain of falling water. The land drinks and the earth is refreshed." Could you imagine to see clouds and feel water falling from the sky?

Metron:
One of the few good things the Protectorate ever did was outlaw FICTION. Where'd you get that, anyhow?

Terra:
Never mind.

Metron:
[after Bodhi's rainstorm in the club-room]... They must be slipping us some kind of new medication. We're all hallucinating.

Tug:
Well, they can slip me more of THAT anytime!

Jason:
[alone with Bodhi]... Hi. Do you get bored just sitting in this box?... I can't believe that I'm standing here talking to a BALL. No offense. [the other Solarbabies come in]

Metron:
So, this "Bodhi"... We still haven't figured out what it is.

Daniel:
He's a WHO, not an IT.

Terra:
Well, then WHO is it?

Woman on P.A.:
[during "Skate-Rec"]... This recreational skate period is provided by Earth Police who represent order. Take up the challenge of order advancement. Serve as members of an Earth Force. Give raw power to the cause of order. Keep the bodjilar flow. Earth Enforcement calls you to synergic dedication. Earth Enforcement means pleasure in the use of ultra-tech weapons. Pleasure in the chase and stun. Dissidents who choose to live outside the Protectorate are in constant need of ultra-disciplinary...