| Movie |
Tank Girl |
| Year |
1995 |
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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.
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Booga:
I was a dog, but because I was really good, they moved me up to human being status.
[Looks down his mutant body]
Booga:
Ehh... sort of.
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[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.
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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]
Tank Girl:
This might take a really long time.
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Tank Girl:
Ladies, lock up your sons!
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Donner:
Wanna dance?
Jet Girl:
I don't know how.
Donner:
It's okay, I brought the condoms!
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Tank Girl:
Look, it's been swell, but the swelling's gone down.
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Tank Girl:
Look, if you want to torture me, spank me, lick me, do it. But if this poetry***continues just shoot me now please.
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Kesslee:
Eight, Eight, the burning eight. Between Sunday and Monday there lies a day so dark it will devastate.
Tank Girl:
Look, if you want to torture me, spank me, lick me, do it. But if this poetry***continues, shoot me now, please.
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Tank Girl:
You gotta think about it like the first time you got laid. You gotta go: "Daddy, are you sure this is right?"
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Tank Girl:
I'm gonna hit you so hard, your children will be born bruised!
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Tank Girl:
I'm too young for this***
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T-Saint:
How much did they pay you to spy on us?
Tank Girl:
Two dollars and fifteen cents!
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Tank Girl:
Feeling a little inadequate?
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[looking at a girl on the tv screen in the dressing room]
Tank Girl:
I can get you out!
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Tank Girl:
I have two words for you. Brush your teeth!
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[to Tank Girl and Jet Girl]
Deetee:
Okay, we're gonna give you babes a chance to prove yourselves. Call it an initiation.
T-Saint:
You fail, you die!
Donner:
Yeah, but first, you gotta strip.
Booga:
That's not in the plan.
Deetee, T-Saint, Donner:
Why not?
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Deetee:
The code will be...”on the road." Yeah...
Donner:
He's Jack Kerouac incarnate.
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[to old-ish man]
Tank Girl:
You are so pretty it makes me sick.
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Tank Girl:
To the Bat Tank!
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Tank Girl:
It's... really... hard for me... to play with myself in this thing.
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