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Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga

2024 film directed by George Miller

Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga is a 2024 Australian post-apocalyptic action film, and both a spin-off and prequel to Mad Max: Fury Road, in which a young Furiosa falls into the hands of a great biker horde led by the warlord Dementus. Sweeping through the Wasteland, they come across the Citadel, presided over by the Immortan Joe. As the two tyrants fight for dominance, Furiosa soon finds herself in a nonstop battle to make her way home.

Directed by George Miller. Written by George Miller and Nico Lathouris.
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Imperator Furiosa

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  • I am the Praetorian Furiosa!
  • If you find him, he's mine.
  • Remember me?
  • My childhood, my mother... I want them back. I want them back!
  • This is our first fruit. But it's not for you and me. Each of us, in our own way, will vanish from this earth. And then, perhaps... Some uncorrupted life will rise to adore them.

Dementus

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  • Who's got the goods? The bollocks, the testes to ride with Dementus?! You're gonna have to show me who you are! Yes? Because today, we dance to Darwin.
  • Lady and gentlemens! Start your engines.
  • Listen to this truth: Big shots rule only because you choose to follow. The power is with you! You are free to choose!
  • Ah, questioning my boss-ority...
  • Don't ever do that again, comrades; I'm a man with a fragile brain.
  • Stability born from a world of chaos. You. Me. We.
  • Didja see that? You how they fought for each other, this little army of two? Where were they going, so full of hope? There is no hope! Not for them, not for you, certainly not for me! The day I acquire Bullet Farm, these two destroy it! I had Gastown and I had Bullet Farm! With that, I could've crippled the Citadel and ruled the Wasteland! The Wasteland would've been a far better place for all of us! No! You two, you two break my heart. You break my heart... and it's not fair! You make me the Dark Dementus. And the Dark Dementus cannot afford to be soft! It's the price I pay to be your leader! It's the price we all pay to survive in the wasteland; we cannot be soft! There must be retribution! Justice... and retribution!
  • So gullible. I hold them profoundly in contempt!
  • You fabulous thing. You crawled out of a pitiless grave, deeper than hell. Only one thing that is going to do that for you. Not hope. Hate. No shame in hate. It's one of the greatest forces of nature.
  • Was she your mother? Sister? Did she beg, did she scream? The ones that yell the least tend to stick in my mind.
  • I don't fear the loss of bliss in Heaven. Or retribution in Hell. And I've got a fiendishly high pain threshold.
  • If you can't do me quick, you're going to have to do me slow. But you are never going to get anything close to what you want.

Praetorian Jack

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  • It's been a hard day. I lost my convoy. I lost my crew. I'm gonna have to start again. And I'm driving off thinking I oughtta start with you.
  • You may be raw, but you have about you a purposeful savagery.
  • My mother and father were soldiers. Even as the world fell, they yearned to be warriors for a virtuous cause. For them, it never happened. I wanna help you find this place, wherever it may be.

The History Man

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  • As the world falls around us, how must we brave its cruelties?
  • Make yourself invaluable, and Dementus will look after you.
  • Behold, the might of Dementus. The Red Dementus and his Congress of Destruction!
  • There always was, is, and will be war. The Sumerian fought the Elamite. The Saxon fought the Viking. And so the histories grew. There were the Wars of the Roses. The Oranges. The Opium Wars. The One-Day, Six-Day, Thousand-Day Wars. North against South. East against West. The first, second, third, and countless wars of religion and righteous belief. The Oil Wars. Water Wars. The Tri-Nation Nuclear War. The Battle of the Boomtowns. And now, my dears... The Forty-Day Wasteland War. Eyes for eyes. Teeth for teeth. Rage, fueled by grief.
  • She took away his voice, and they spent the rest of the day in silence. There are those who prefer that she did more than shoot him. They claim that she ended him in ways more fitting. They tell of righteous perversities and witty mutilations. But this is the truth whispered to me by Furiosa herself. Deep in the Citadel, high up in the hydroponic gardens, there is a tree unlike any other. Its soil is human. Its nutrients human. Maggots debriding his necrotic flesh. It was an echo growing out of a human being.

Others

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  • Toe Jam: My lips, Dementus's ear. My lips. Dementus.
  • Mary Jo Bassa: Whatever you have to do, however long it takes, promise me you'll find your way home. Plant this seed. Protect the Green Place. Give me this one gift. Promise. The stars be with you.
  • The People Eater: Among us are nine hundred and seventy-two devout warriors. Any one of them, if chosen, would've done the same. Each would die historic for the Immortan Joe. That's why you're fools. You're all fools for coming here!
  • Immortan Joe: Let him come. Body search, no weapons. Whatever he wants, we'll listen. Then kill him on the spot.
  • The Organic Mechanic: Don't worry, love; you'll make an excellent milker.
  • Fang: They were right, the crazy brothers -- she is a mighty thing. Bigger, faster, stronger, further...
  • The Bullet Farmer: That piece of anus-pus Dementus is running Gastown into the ground and blaming everyone but himself! You tell Immortan Joe, we need a meeting -- a war meeting. Otherwise, we're gonna get our tits caught in the wringer.
  • Scabrous Scrotus: Your way of thinking is how he rooks us. He's got you scared of his crazy!

Dialogue

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Dementus: History Man? A Word Burger, please.
History Man: Tears. Human tears. The secretions of the lacrimal gland containing oils, salts, proteins, and stress hormones. The tears of joy and those of sorrow have different chemical compositions.
Dementus: Yes. Sorrow is more... piquant, zesty.
War Boy: [After a failed self-sacrifice attempt with an arrow sticking out of head] Is this Halvalla? Am I in Valhalla?
Rider: What's Valhalla?
History Man: Valhalla is the Hall of the Slain. A paradise for dead heroes.
Dementus: Good for you. We're looking for a place of abundance!
War Boy: What’s abundance?
History Man: Abundance, plentifulness. Having a copious quantity of something.
War Boy: Co-- What’s "copus quantity"?
Dementus: A lotta stuff! A lotta good stuff.
Scabrous Scrotus: I am Scrotus!
Rictus Erectus: I am Rictus! We are the sons of the Immortan Joe!
Scrotus: And now... we're going to kill you.
Immortan Joe: [Referring to Furiosa] Who's that?
Dementus: That is my daughter, Little D. Little Dementus.
Immortan Joe: She looks nothing like you.
Dementus: Yes, well she has none of her perfections and none of my deficiencies.
Immortan Joe: Where's the mother?
Dementus: Magnificent woman. Fierce, intelligent. Taken so cruelly protecting this little one from marauders.
Immortan Joe: She looks pale.
Dementus: You look pale! She's perfect -- not like the genetic absurdities you have for sons.
Immortan Joe: Is he your father?
Furiosa: No. He slaughtered my mother.
Dementus: True -- that is true. And I can tell you, it made this child tough. Tough enough to survive all sorrows when they come her way. I did that for her! I did that for her.
Furiosa: The Bommyknocker! Do the Bommyknocker!
Young War Boy: Now?
Furiosa: NOW!
Scrotus: We have three choices: The Coward's Choice -- Stay here and let Dementus mess with our minds. The Fool's Choice -- Go out and meet an invisible enemy on the road to the Bullet farm. Or the Warrior's Choice -- Go to Gas Town and crush him!
Immortan Joe: It is my choice: We make him think we're going to Gas Town.
Scrotus: What was that?
The History Man: That was the darkest of angels. The fifth Rider of the Apocalypse.
Smeg: Who are they?
Dementus: Someone competent and excessively resentful.
Smeg: What do you suppose they want?
Dementus: Me without my crew.
Furiosa: Fifteen years ago, there was a woman.
Dementus: Oh, so there's more to this!
Furiosa: Do you remember her?
Dementus: Do I get a clue?
[Furiosa punches him.]
Dementus: Right, okay, erm... Redhead. Even her pubes--
[Furiosa punches him again.]
Dementus: If I may... If the shooter goes around the back, the shootee won't know the precise moment of the execution. Minor torture, but every little bit counts. Either way, that rat shot will turn my brain into a pink mist so fast, I won't even hear the sound of the gun.
Furiosa: I'll hear it. I'll hear it for the rest of my days.
Dementus: Of course you will.
Furiosa: Feel the kickback in my hand.
Dementus: Sure!
Furiosa: I'll remember your face as the slug worms its way into the soft matter of your brain, taking with it what you call your reason, and your memory. From which my mother will fortunately be absent.
Dementus: Brilliant. Then I'll be dead, and you'll be sorrowing your lovey-dovey and your mummy magnificent. You idiot. You can never balance the scales of their suffering!
Dementus: I've been waiting. I've been waiting for someone like you, someone worthy of me. No honor, no rule of law to sort things out. Just two evil bastards out in the wasteland. You do this, you do this right... you become me.
Furiosa: I am nothing like you.
Dementus: You are me! Already dead! To feel alive, we seek sensation -- any sensation to wash away the cranky black sorrow! It leaves us for a moment, but then it comes back. And we have to do it all again. And we need more, and each time we need more until too much is never enough. We are the already-dead, Little D! You and me. The question is... do you have it in you to make it epic?

Taglines

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  • From mastermind George Miller.
  • Remember her.
  • Fury is born.

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