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He would've broken his femur, except he didn't tell us that he'd broken it about two months before and he had a pin in it. And when he knew he was going to flip he just relaxed his body and did that. What happened on that stunt was Guy, even though he had kneepads as part of his costume, he clipped the vehicle and it caused him to flip.

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His two sons are on this movie as War Boys. And Guy Norris, all these years later, is the second-unit director and the stunt coordinator on this movie. That one, believe it or not, was Guy Norris.

Interestingly enough, there's quite a well-known stunt from where a guy hits a bike and flips.

Mechanic's Assistant: Okay! About Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior Mechanic's Assistant: Twenty-four hours? Papagallo: They've got twelve! Zetta: You've got twelve! Mechanic: Okay.

it's got a fractured injector line! Papagallo: Well, what does all that mean? Zetta: Yeah, okay, but what does that mean? Mechanic's Assistant: What does that mean? Mechanic: Twenty-four hours. Mechanic: The radiator's damaged to the core.

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Mechanic's Assistant: It's got a cracked timing case cover, it's broken a couple of teeth off the timing gear. Papagallo: How's the rig? Zetta: The rig! How is she? Mechanic: It's got a cracked timing case cover and it's broken a couple of teeth off the timing gear. Gyro Captain: How do we know that one's not a dud? Max: Find out. Then you shall have your revenge.īig Rebecca: Words, just words. We've all lost someone we love, but we do it my way! We do it my way. Nothing to do but breed! ĭialogue Wez: No! No more talk! We go in! We kill! We kill them all! We kill them! We kill them! Kill them! Kill! Kill! Humungus: Be still, my dog of war. We're still human beings with dignity, but you? You're out there with the garbage. That makes you something special, does it? We've all been through it in here, but we haven't given up. What burned you out, huh? Kill one man too many? See too many people die? Lose some family? Oh, so that's it. Did you know that? You're living off the corpse of the old world. You're happy out there? Are you, eh - wandering, one day blurring into another? You're a scavenger, Max. What is it with you, huh? What are you looking for? Come on, Max.Empty! All this time! That's dishonest! Low!.No! It's my snake, I trained it, I'm going to eat it! I got a recipe for snake.Look's like I got myself some gasoline.Reflexes, that's what you've got! Me, I've got brains.Just walk away and there will be an end to the horror. I will give you safe passage in the wasteland. Leave the pump, the oil, the gasoline, and the whole compound, and I spare your lives. None here are without sin, but I have an honorable compromise.

There has been too much violence, too much pain.If it's all the same to you I'll drive that tanker.You want to get out of here? You talk to me. Two days ago, I saw a vehicle that would haul that tanker.And the Road Warrior? That was the last we ever saw of him. As for me, I grew to manhood and in the fullness of time I became the leader, the Chief of the Great Northern Tribe. The juice, the precious juice was hidden in the vehicles. And just as Pappagallo had planned, we traveled far beyond the reach of men on machines. Among us we found a new leader: the man who came from the sky, the Gyro Captain. And so began the journey north to safety, to our place in the sun.And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything and became a shell of a man, a burnt-out desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice, and in this maelstrom of decay ordinary men were battered and smashed - men like Max, the warrior Max. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. On the roads it was a white-line nightmare. Cities exploded - a whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Their leaders talked and talked and talked, but nothing could stem the avalanche. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. For reasons long forgotten two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. To understand who he was we have to go back to the other time, when the world was powered by the black fuel and the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel - gone now, swept away. But most of all, I remember the road warrior, the man we called Max. I remember a time of chaos, ruined dreams, this wasted land.