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Australian outback expert protects his New York love from gangsters who've followed her down under.
Nugget: I've been looking for Walter Reilly. Haven't seen him around, have you? Denning: You shoulda brought a gun instead of a beer, mate. Nugget: Nah. I don't need one. I got a Donk. Denning: Got a what? Donk: Donk.
Punk: [about Mick breaking into Rico's mansion/fortress] What are ya chances? Mick: Fair. Punk: What are your chances of getting out of here with that jacket on? Mick: [throws his knife across the room into the punk's mohawk] Better than average.
Doris: Tell me, Sue, what is Mick like in bed? Sue: [cleverly brushing off the question] I dunno, he still sleeps on the floor.
Mick: What did you do last night? Punk: We didn't do nothing. We was here all night. Mick: That's what you call cool, is it? Well, tomorrow, if someone asks you the same question, you can say: "We didn't do nothing,"... or you can say: "We went out to Long Island to help this lunatic storm a fortress!" At the very least you can come watch me get my head blown off...
Charlie: If Mick want his clothes back, he can climb down there and get it his bloody self.
Mick: G'day, amigo.
Sue: You shot Walter. Mick: Yeah. It was the only thing I could think of to save his life.
Sue: Who do you think you are? You hold me here at gunpoint, threaten to kill people, then you act like you're some sort of rock star? You're a drug dealer. You're a grubby little parasite. Rico: You should watch your mouth. It is not wise to annoy me. Bob Tanner did and I had his head blown off like that... [snaps his finger softly] Sue: You killed Bob? Rico: And if your Mick screws this up... [snaps his finger softly]
Rico: Get some sleep. Gonna be a long day tomorrow. Mick: [hiding and watching their campsite, he whispers] Yeah. And it' ll be a long night, too.
Ledge Suicider: I'm about to throw myself off this building. Mick: You could kill yourself. Ledge Suicider: That's the whole idea. Mick: Oh, ah, right. I'll just wait till you're finished. [after several moments when the Ledge Suicider does not jump] Mick: Would you mind getting a move on? I'm on me lunch break.
Sue: There's nothing wrong with the food, it's the company.
Walt: Are you really enjoying that? Diamond: [eating fire-roast bat] Nah - needs garlic.
[Aborigine speaks in Aborigine] Charlie: No, mate, we just hold them. Sue: What did he say? Charlie: [winking] He wants to know if we're allowed to eat these men.
Sue: Do you know where they are? Mick: Yeah. About 500 yards that way, over that ridge. Sue: How do you know that? Mick: Can't you smell it? Sue: Their sweat? Mick: Wally's aftershave.
Mick: Wanna give me some help? Sue: Would Bonnie say no to Clyde? Mick: Who?
Mick: [to suicidal ledge-walker] Just out of curiosity, why would you want to - - pssshhheeewwwww? [makes whistling sound and gestures with his arm in a diving motion]
Mick: You ready to go home now? Sue Charlton: I am home.
Walt: You know, some people say that he talks to the animals. The aborigines call him Jabba-Jahda-Ah-Der-Ahd, which means The Crocodile Who Walks Like a Man. Rico: [chuckles] If what you say is true, it's lucky we brought the Kryptonite.
Sue Charlton: Mick - be careful. This isn't a game. Mick: 'Tis to me.
Rico: This Dundee likes to play games! Maybe we show him some good games when it gets light.
Walt: You want me to lead them to Jaba Point?
Fuji: [speaking about 'Crocodile' Dundee] Do you know who that was? Cato: No. Fuji: Clint Eastwood.
Charlie: Mick's bloody lucky you can't shoot straight, Wal.
Mick: Now we're all on foot. That makes us even. Sue: Seven to two is "even"?