Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Humm
- Bidet? - Mmm.
(GUNSHOTS ON TV)
It's full of crocs. What do you reckon he was doing?
Aborigines, well, like all God's creatures,
Jesus Christ
You wouldn't last five minutes, love.
That's no wave
That's a parlay
- Italian, eh? - RICHARD: Yes.
Legend has it a crocodile took half your leg off.
Haaa!
Shh.
And this of course is Mr. Dundee.
Never Never Safaris.
(LAUGHING)
- You'll take care of the luggage? - Yes, sir.
Shit!
I've got a chopper meeting the plane at Darwin.
Yeah, it's great. Here, try some of those yams.
Got to pay for the room in advance, have we?
That's a knife
Tenderize you a bit.
Come on, Mick.
Don't leave. I'm not going to marry Richard.
I can live with that.
Hop in, mate.
What was he doing up there?
She found a wonderful shrink.
Well, quite obviously, I have not had a great deal of success
Will you trust me?
Then he'll take you away to his meat safe somewhere.
Lucky bastard.
She loves me. (CHUCKLES)
Are we working tonight or are we socializing?
Thank you, sir.
He wasn't trying to eat me on the spot.
Yeah, but...
Well, to get a buzz.
Anti-nuke, women's lib, save the whales.
He just wanted grab hold of me and take me down for a death roll.
That's wonderful.
He almost started a riot
- Nice to meet you, Sue. - Bye, Nev.
Hey, how many of us are staying here?
You're a black feller, aren't you?
I should've been home hours ago.
MICK: Oh, bonzer people.
Him, I've got to meet.
Oh, yeah. I wouldn't be dead for dollars.
(CHUCKLES)
Can't you stop her from taking all these dangerous assignments?
Hundreds of miles...
Said to meself, Mick, old son,
it could take you weeks to nail him down.
Why? They're shooting these poor kangaroos for fun.
Sue!
Call me Mick.
Jesus...
Parlay a knife?
Are you involved in cattle, Mr. Dundee?
It's the way we do it back home.
SUE: You don't know?
Well, you were right.
nah that's illegal. I was just running an AusPost Branch
- Richard. - Good to see you.
Si, Señor Mick.
Thanks, mate.
- If she'll have me. - Oh, Richard.
Now, boil the water,
Trevor, get the spotlight over here, mate.
Hasn't she got any mates?
He's the best bushman in the territory.
brings it out in the open, no more problem.
WOMAN: I'm sorry. He's still not answering.
I look great.
(CRACKLING)
Straight past the hospital
I'll gonna have to find a way of keeping you in town.
IDA: You better get your men out of here.
A fag, for Christ's sakes!
Well, I hope you're not gonna be the strong, silent type.
What does she want?
Is it dead?
Shut up!
Well, that's all the more reason...
How would I know, shit-for-brains?
Is that you, Rosita?