Tank Girl: Look, it's been swell, but the swelling's gone
down.
Tank Girl: Look, if you want to torture me, spank me, lick
me, do it. But if this poetry shit continues just shoot
me now please.
Tank Girl: You gotta think about it like the first time
you got laid. You gotta go: "Daddy, are you sure this is
right?"
Tank Girl: I'm gonna hit you so hard, your children will
be born bruised!
Tank Girl: I'm too young for this shit!
Tank Girl: This comet came crashing into the earth. BAM!
Total devastation. No celebrities, no cable TV, *no water*!
It hasn't rained in 11 years. Now, 20 people gotta squeeze
into the same bathtub. So it ain't all bad.
Booga: I was a dog, but because I was really good, they
moved me up to human being status. [Looks down his mutant
body.] Ehh... sort of.
[The Rippers are deciding what to do with Tank Girl and
Jet Girl.] T-Saint: I say we kill 'em! Donner: I say we
hump 'em.
Tank Girl: [has the Madam captive] Now - everybody throw
down your guns or I scrape off all her make up! [considers
the Madam's face] This might take a really long time.
Tank Girl: Ladies, lock up your sons!
Donner: Wanna dance? Jet: I don't know how. Donner: It's
okay, I brought the condoms!
