The Wild One Monologues

Two rival motorcycle gangs terrorize a small town after one of their leaders is thrown in jail.

My old man used to hit harder than that.

A picnic? Man, you are too square. I'm… I… I have to straighten you out. Now, listen, you don't go any one special place. That's cornball style. You just go.

It begins here for me on this road. How the whole mess happened I don't know, but I know it couldn't happen again in a million years. Maybe I could of stopped it early, but once the trouble was on its way, I was just goin' with it. Mostly I remember the girl. I can't explain it - a sad chick like that, but somethin' changed in me. She got to me, but that's later anyway. This is where it begins for me right on this road.

You think you're too good for me. Nobody's too good for me! Anybody thinks they're too good for me, I make sure I knock 'em over sometime. Right now, I could slap you around to show you how good you are and tomorrow, I'm someplace else and I don't even know you or nothing.

Nobody tells me what to do. You keep needlin' me, if I want to, I'm gonna take this joint apart and you're not gonna know what hit you.

I'm afraid of you? Are you cracked?

What are you someone that makes sandwiches or something?