Tank Girl: Who'd you use to be?
T-Saint: A cop.
Tank Girl: Figures.
Tank Girl: (spits in captor's face) There's your water...
Sgt. Small: Fuck me!
Jet Girl: How many times do I have to tell you, I don't want to!
T-Saint: How much did they pay you to spy on us?
Tank Girl: Two dollars and fifteen cents!
Donner: Wanna dance?
Jet Girl: I don't know how.
Donner: It's okay, I brought condoms!
Tank Girl: I'm too young for this shit!
Che'tsai: All the king's horses and all the king's men... wish they had the technology I have.
Jet Girl: Now here's the situation. This bird has got no electrical and in about two minutes we're going to be kissing gravel, so listen to me you sperm sucker! Either you get off your butt and clear us for landing or I'm gonna fly this rocket right up your socket!
Tank Girl: Feeling a little inadequate?
Booga: I took the bullets out of their guns. That was smart, huh?
Tank Girl: Booga, that was very smart.
(to old-ish man)
Tank Girl: You are so pretty it makes me sick.
T-Saint: I say we kill 'em!
Donner: I say we hump 'em.
Booga: I say we eat crumpets and tea.
Deetee: Tasty! Crumpets and tea. All in favor of crumpets and tea, say "Aye."
T-Saint: Shut up! Ain't gonna be no crumpets and tea.
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 shit continues, shoot me now, please.
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.
Tank Girl: I have two words for you. Brush your teeth!
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