Immortan Joe: Who's that? Dementus: That... is my daughter, Little D. Little Dementus. Immortan Joe: She looks nothing like you. Dementus: Yes, well she has her mother's perfections and none of my deficiencies. Immortan Joe: Where's the mother? Dementus: Magnificent woman. Fierce, intelligent; taken so cruelly protecting this little one from marauders. Immortan Joe: She looks pale. Dementus: You look pale. She's perfect. Not like the genetic absurdities you have for sons.|