Bubba Zanetti, is that? You come for the grunt? She won't be ready until this afternoon....

Grease Rat: [Max returns to the garage to question Greast Rat about the Toecutter and his gang] Bubba Zanetti, is that? You come for the grunt? She won't be ready until this afternoon. Still having trouble with the front forks. They're mongrels to work with. [Max pulls Grease Rat out from under the car] Grease Rat: You asshole! What the moly fuck you think you're doing? Max: You and me are gonna talk about the Toecutter. Grease Rat: Never heard of him [Max pushes Grease Rat back under the car, hitting his head] Grease Rat: What the Christ are you? Max: I wanna know about the tattoo. Grease Rat: I mind my own business, don't I? I mean, they'll kill me, won't they? [Max turns a lever and the car collapses on Grease Rat crushing him. Max turns the lever and raises the car and pulls Grease Rat out from under the car. Grease Rat coughs. Max grabs him] Max: I'll say the names, and you say "yes" or "no". Nightrider... [Grease Rat nods his head] Max: Toecutter, Bubba Zanetti. Grease Rat: Yes Max: There's more? Grease Rat: Johnny. Max: Johnny the boy? Grease Rat: Yeah. Some others. Max: Where? Grease Rat: Out at the beaches, looking for fuel. Max: Are they coming back? Grease Rat: I don't know. They gotta get their bikes. For Christ's Sake! I don't know.