- Cowboy: [the Hi-Hats have blocked the exit] What the hell?
- Moonrunner: Holy shit! It's Chatterbox!
- Cowboy: I knew it! I told you these guys was crazy!
- Panzers: They got us surrounded! It's a doublecross!
- Panzer #2: Yo, open up, man! This is bullshit!
- Chatterbox: Sorry, b-b-but the c-c-celebration has b-b-been c-c-cut short. When you guys p-p-put your t-t-tags on Hi-Hats turf, it p-p-pisses me off! Me and my Hi-Hats are the only artists allowed to w-w-work in Soho. All the exits are b-b-barred! Ha, ha, ha, ha! Hi-Hats! I want you to b-b-break these amateurs in f-f-fucking half!
- [after arriving to help take down a rival gang]
- Ajax: [to Cochise and Vermin] So. I heard you ladies needed help wasting a cripple.
- Cyrus: Tell me, Masai, what do you see before you?
- Masai: I... I see the Vancortlandt Rangers' turf.
- Cyrus: Turf? Turf ain't nothin' but where one gang stops dropping their colors and another gang starts. Lines on a map, that's all turf is. You take away those lines and you'll see... You'll see the possibilities. The profit. The power.
- Chatterbox: The mighty Cleon shows his f-f-fucking face! I owe you, W-W-Warriors! You f-f-fucked me over and now, I'm gonna...
- Cleon: Yo, shut the fuck up, Jack-In-the-Box! What do you want?
- Chatterbox: You think we'd just forget what you d-d-did to us? You think we'd just s-s-stay silent? So now, it comes to this! Your final c-c-curtain call!
- Cleon: You're standing on our turf! I'm gonna give you one last chance to walk your fat, stuttering ass back to Broadway!
- Chatterbox: You just don't g-g-g-get it! You bastards are f-f-fucking history!
- Vermin: [Vermin, Snow and Ash are taking the subway when the power goes out] Aww, what the shit's going on?
- Snow: Cool out, man. The power's dead or somethin'.
- Ash: So, what are we supposed to do? Sit here and wait? Man, we could be stuck here for hours!
- Vermin: Why you gotta be a downer, man? Ain't no point in complaining.
- Ash: Man, I just don't like being stuck underground in a can, man. I got claustrophobicness!
- Cleon: [the Warriors have wrecked the Orphans] Bunch of lame motherfuckers!
- [the look up to see Mercy clapping from the balcony]
- Mercy: [Sarcastically] Good job. You guys are real tough. Real big shots.
- Cleon: What you say?
- Mercy: So where's their leader? Don't you wanna teach him a lesson too?
- Cleon: You got somethin' to say, say it! We ain't got time for your fucking games!
- Mercy: His name's Sully, alright? He's at Frank's Autobody working on his car. That dickhead thinks more 'bout that junkheap than he does about me and I don't like it!
- Cleon: [to the Warriors] Let's go! Stupid chick just sold out her man! Let's go wreck his ass!
- Mercy: Hey, you're welcome! I said, you're welcome, you jerks! Aw, screw you!
- Cleon: Hey, Sully!
- Sully: Holy fuck, they showed!
- Orphan #1: The Warriors?
- Orphan #2: I told you not to do it!
- Sully: Run! Run!
- Cleon: Get 'em!
- [the Orphans run through a chain fence, locking the gate behind them]
- Sully: Listen good, you fucking pansies, it don't matter whether we rumbled or not. What the Orphans say, goes. Heh! Who the streets gonna believe? A solid outfit like us? Or some bush-league rejects from the ass end of Brooklyn? Ha, ha!
- Cleon: [Points at Sully's car] Hey Sully, that's a fine looking car you got going on!
- [the Warriors approach the car]
- Sully: What? No, not my car! Not my car! Orphans, get 'em!
- Cleon: Fox, you want a vest? You gotta earn it?
- Fox: What am I doing? I'm ready!
- Vermin: Giving this toothpick a vest? Cleon, this dude's a punching bag, not a Warrior!
- Cleon: We got a score the settle with the Savage Huns and I wanna hit 'em where it hurts: Their pockets. If you make it, then obviously you're a Warrior.
- Ajax: If not, you're obviously a faggot.
- Fox: Hey, I said I can handle it!
- Vermin: I've seen chicks with more muscle!
- Ajax: Hey, maybe he does need some muscle to help him out.
- [Hits Vermin on the shoulder]
- Ajax: We should send chubby here to babysit.
- Vermin: Hey!
- Cleon: Ajax, you know, that ain't a bad idea! Soldier up, Vermin. And, uh, I almost forgot... You gotta wear these.
- [Hands Fox and Vermin a pair of t-shirts that say "Fuck U Huns!"]
- Vermin: Oh, man!
- Vermin: [the Warriors have gotten on the train and escaped the Turnbull AC's] Those were some desperate dudes!
- Cowboy: Yeah, so was we!
- Cochise: Well, we've made it and in an hour, it's C.I.! the big Coney!
- Ajax: Yeah, gimmie that fist, buddy!
- Swan: When we get there, that's when we've made it.
- Cochise: Well, hey, no sweat, War Chief.
- Vermin: Hey, forget about it. What's the difference? We're home free!
- Gramercy Riff: Birdy got wasted by some small-time outfit from Coney. The AC's are looking for retribution.
- Cyrus: No. There will be no retribution. Unity and peace is what matters. What is the name of this outfit?
- Gramercy Riff: The Warriors.
- Cyrus: They aren't on our network. But I want you to keep an eye on them. They might prove useful.
- Chatterbox: HI-HATS! IT'S SHOWTIME! My p-p-poor Warriors, It's been fun for us Hi-Hats!
- Ajax: Hey, why don't you just shut the f-f-fuck up so we can finish this thing?
- Chatterbox: Oh, we're g-g-gonna f-f-finish it! We're g-gonna finish you f-f-forever! Crackerjack! Hi-Hats! Murder these sons of bitches!
- Masai: So where do we start?
- Cyrus: We need to spread the word. We must reach out into every corner. Cross every border and convince, convey our message, our motive. And it must be with respect, not force, that they accept out invitation. As this word spreads and possibility enters the minds of all the city's gangs, then this message, this wisdom will begin to make sense. There's no other way. This is our destiny and this is our will. Now, go let all the gangs know about the truce. Forget no one under our network. No more than nine delegates may attend from any given gang and on this day, I want no action. No soldier will carry a shank, a bat, a stick, a brick or a gun. Now go, Masai and let our troops know what must be done.
- Cochise: I told you, man! I dig your set! I wanna roll with you!
- Vermin: Get outta here, man!
- Cleon: Aw, shit. What's this kid's name again?
- Snow: Cochise. He grew up in Harlem, but his mamma brought his ass to Brooklyn. And now he wants to be a Warrior.
- Fox: Does he have what it takes?
- Vermin: We don't need any new blood. Let alone some kid from Harlen. Why don't you go hang with the Boppers?
- Cochise: 'Cause the Boppers are soft, man! Too soft for me! Man, I ain't down with no purple shiny vests an' shit! I gotta run with a solid outfit! I wanna run with the Warriors!
- Cleon: Vermin's right. A whole lotta gangs has been breathin' down out necks lately. We ain't takin' no chances. You wanna be a Warrior? Go grab us a Bopper's hat off one of their heads and then, we'll talk.
- Cochise: Shit, man, that ain't nothin'!
- Cleon: But if you wanna be a Warrior, it's gotta be a size... nine.
- Cochise: A size nine? That's a bucket, man, not a hat!
- Cowboy: Good luck, young blood. You're gonna need it.
- Snow: This kid don't know when to quit, he just might.
- Cleon: Snow, I want you to go up there with him. Make sure he don't get too brave.
- Dispatcher: Harrison, Garrison, please respond. Over.
- Garrison: Garrison here, Dispatch. What can I do you for? Over.
- Dispatcher: Harrison, Garrison, we need you back at the precinct, ASAP. We got 1064's coming out of the ass. Send you boys back. Call off the stakeout. Over.
- Garrison: Roger that, Dispatch. Over.
- [Puts down radio and turns to Harrison]
- Garrison: Hey, what's a 1064?
- Harrison: Still wearing your water wings, huh, Junior? I outta send you ass back to academy!
- [Picks up radio]
- Harrison: This is Momma Bear calling Baby Bear. The porridge has gone cold. Papa Bear wants us back at the lodge ASAP. Someone shit in the bed again!
- Cleon: Virgil, you son of a bitch! Get you ass down here!
- Virgil: Hey, Cleon. How'd the deal go?
- [Laughs]
- Vermin: You backstabbing punk!
- Virgil: Hey, you guys know better than to rip off those Satan's Mothers.
- [Laughs]
- Cleon: We was brothers, man. We was supposed to make things happen.
- Virgil: You don't think I see you, Cleon? You think I don't know you tryin' to make moves behind my back? Tryin' to muscle me outta the way?
- Cleon: You paranoid fuck! You just started a war! And I'm gonna be the last motherfucker you see before it's over!
- Virgil: Ha, ha! You crazy, man! You and what fucking army?
- Cleon: You gonna see, brother. You gonna see.
- Cowboy: Check it out, Swan. Big turnout tonight. You sure we're ready for this?
- Swan: We wouldn't be here if we weren't.
- Cowboy: [Spots Cleon and Vermin] Look who just showed up?
- Cleon: Swan and Cowboy! I ain't seen you guys since you cut out!
- Swan: [Looks at Vermin's Warriors vest] Yeah? Looks like we're not the only ones.
- Cleon: We're all finished with that Destroyer bullshit. You were right about Virgil. Hey, you here to try and win some money?
- Swan: No, we're here to WIN som money.
- Cleon: Same old Swan! Well, you ain't dealt with the Warriors yet.
- Announcer: All right, you pussies! Are you ready to beat the living shit out of each other or what? Welcome to the junkyard challenge! By looking at the sad bunch of tenderfoots, I'd say none of you are gonna walk away from this. Now remember, there's only one rule: Don't be a goddamn pussy! This is King of the Hill! Whoever holds the top longest, wins!
- Cyrus: Can you count, suckers? I say the future is ours, if you can count!
- Gang Member #1: Go on, Cyrus! We're with you!
- Gang Member #2: Go ahead, bro!
- Cyrus: Now, look what we have here before us. We got the Saracens sitting next to the Jones Street Boys. We got the Moonrunners right by the Vancortland Rangers. Nobody is wastin' nobody! That is a miracle. And miracles is the way things ought to be! You're standing right now with nine delegates from a hundred gangs. And there's over a hundred more. Sixty thousand soldiers. Now there ain't but twenty thousand police in the whole town! Can you dig it? Can you dig it? CAN YOU DIG IT?
- [the crowd cheers. Cyrus silences them]
- Cyrus: Now here's the sum total. ONE GANG could run this city! One gang! Nothing would move without us allowing it to happen. We could tax the crime syndicates, the police... Because we've got the streets, suckers! Can you dig it?
- [the crowd cheers. Cyrus silences them]
- Cyrus: The problem in the past has been the man turning us against one another. We have been unable to see the truth because we've been fighting for ten square feet of ground. All we have to do is keep up the general truce. We take over one borough at a time. Secure our terriory. Secure our turf. Because it's ALL OUR TURF!
- Cyrus: Do you see the possibilites, Masai?
- Masai: Cyrus, I see. But the armies... How will we call them out to meet? How do we ensure they come in peace?
- Cyrus: We must trust our brothers. We will invite everyone on our network under a night of general truce and I will speak to them. And they will see you cannot deny the truth.
- Masai: I warn you, Cyrus, this is not smart.
- Cyrus: I don't need warnings. I have faith.
- The DJ: Good news, boppers! The big alert has been called off. It turns out that the early reports were wrong. All wrong. Now for that group out there that had such a hard time getting home, sorry about that. I guess the only thing we can do is play you a song.
- The DJ: Okay, boppers. The streets are finally starting to cool down after last night's heatwave. We lost a lot of major players in the game and everything is wide open. There's a lot of moves to be made and a lot of empty positions to be filled. One thing's for sure, though. The truce is most definitely off. Sorry, Magic Man. Some things are just too good to be true, I guess. My apologies again to that crew from Coney Island. That was a long walk home you boys had. Remember, boppers, if you're ever in the big C.I., they grow some real mean mothers down there. Mean and heavy. And they call them... Warriors. Adios.
- Swan: Everybody make it?
- Fox: Just Cleon's missing.
- Swan: [to Rembrandt] Make sure we're okay.
- [Rembrandt climbs up a tall gravestone to scout for a train]
- Swan: Did you see him get busted?
- Cochise: I seen him, then he wasn't there no more! I was haulin' ass!
- Cowboy: Okay, so what are we gonna do now?
- Swan: We're going back. If this truce is off, anything could hit us between here and that train. If you get seperated, make it back to the platform at Union Square.
- Ajax: I only got one question. Who named you leader?
- Fox: It was Cleon's choice. Swan's War Chief.
- Ajax: Yeah? Well, right about now, Cleon's most likely got a nightstick shoved halfway up his ass.
- Swan: Maybe we outta talk about this later, huh?
- Ajax: What's wrong with right now? I wanna be Warlord.
- Swan: Make your move.
- Cowboy: Hey, Ajax, lighten up!
- Vermin: Big boy, Swan's War Chief.
- Cochise: We'd better stick together.
- Rembrandt: Hey guys! Train's right over there! Come on, let's go!
- Swan: Let's move! Rembrandt, mark the spot.
- Ajax: Fuck!
- Rembrandt: [Sprays a "W" on a neaby gravestone, then notices the Warriors are walking away] Hey guys, wait for me!
- Turnbull AC: It was like slow-motion, man! The crowd was yellin' and I finally understood what that crackpot was sayin'! Next thing I know, I hear a shot! And it was quiet. Dead quiet! That fucker got wasted! I'm gonna tear their fucking hearts out one by one! STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS! Grab anything you can find! We're gonna beat those fucking pussies to a bloody pulp, you hear me? You understand? We gotta tool up and be ready! Those fuckers are smart!