- [last lines]
- Tum Tum: So, you going to kiss her, Colt?
- Colt: Who?
- Tum Tum: Her. Jo.
- Colt: Nah.
- Rocky: Yes, you are!
- Rocky and Tum Tum: [making kissing sounds; chanting] Colt's going to kiss Jo! Colt's going to kiss Jo! Colt's going to kiss Jo!
- Colt: Come on, you guys! Okay, okay, maybe I will.
- Rocky and Tum Tum: What?
- Tum Tum: [to the biker] You look like a dork, you walk like a dork.
- Jukebox Biker: [walks toward Rocky and Tum-Tum] Which one of you's first?
- Rocky: Does it matter? You can't count past one anyway.
- Rocky: Picking flowers, huh?
- Indian Grandmother: Yes, to make medicine for your wounds.
- Rocky: Oh. Why are you talking to them, though?
- Indian Grandmother: I'm explaining to them why I am picking them off their roots.
- Rocky: They can't understand you, can they?
- Indian Grandmother: They may not understand my words, but they know my feelings.
- Rocky: Do they ever say anything back to you?
- Indian Grandmother: Sometimes, but they don't have to. Because they know that they are helping me. And that is the way we all help one another... because we are all brothers and sisters.
- Blonde Biker with Beard Kicked Against Table and Vase: Who are those kids?
- Biker Smashed Over Head With Bottle: Kids from hell, man.