(..) Go ahead. We are percent snafued. You okay, Goose? Nothing a year in the tropics wouldn't fix. Much damage? You should see the damage, Bronze! Metal damage... ...brain damage, huh? You listening, Bronze? I am the Nightrider! I'm a fuel-injected suicide machine. (..)

(..) ...cruising at the speed of fright! I am the Nightrider, and I ain't never coming back! I'm a fuel-injected suicide machine! Do you hear me, pigs? Do you hear me, Bronze? I think we're still mobile. For Christ's sake, shove over! You're blaspheming again. I don't have to work with a blasphemer. (..)

(..) Girls will think of us with their lovers inside them. Aye! And whoever kills that fucking horn-blower will stand in bronze above the shores of Pyke! Aye! - What is dead may never die! - What is dead may never die! Ah! (..)