[Blurry image of a man on a motorcycle]
[Omega soldiers in pursuit shoot Rider in the shoulder]
[Motorcycle's computer screen reads: “Very Bad Mothers”]
Rider [facing Omega soldiers]: Nice neighborhood.
Elder [to Rider]: You've been chosen, like Arthur being able to pull Excalibur out of the rock.
Rider [to Elder]: You're not listening to me.
Rider: The only damage I care about is this bike.
Rider [looking down at Club Utopia]: Looks like a hell of a party down there. Nastasia: It's no party.
Nastasia [to Rider]: Now remember: no matter where we are, no matter what happens, show no emotion.
Nastasia: I can assure you, Prossor, you and your crippled society are doomed.
Prossor [about Professor]: I'm going to destroy something he loves even more than his precious new way.
Professor [to Rider]: Now we've got to go on out there and get their attention.
Professor [to Rider]: Now go on out there and show 'em who's boss.
[Rider raises fist, crowd cheers]
Prossor [to Nastasia]: You see, my dear, the real world...
Prossor [to Nastasia]: I shall control your mind. You will have no personality of your own.
Prossor [to Nastasia]: When I'm finished with you, you will be attached to a machine which will draw its energy from your body.
Motorcycle [to Rider]: No can do, no can do.
[Motorcycle screen display turns into snow]
Prossor: Well, Professor...
Prossor: So, I'm running out of time...
Prossor [to Rider and Professor]: The last thing you will see is me watching you die.
Motorcycle [to Rider]: Kiss the girl.
Nastasia [to Rider]: I'm not sad you're leaving.
Nastasia [to Rider]: We'll meet again.
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