Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I was sort of married once.
G'day. Ooops!
Hey, buddy.
My dick is this big
He's coming through!
Um...
- Me? - Reluctant to talk about yourself?
Oh, I hate the bush.
Got to have an opinion. Got to have a voice.
Well, a barramundi's a bloody big fish.
MICK: You married?
Uh, what year is this?
I'll tell her meself. I'm coming through.
Yeah, I thought you might be.
You Pelican!
to start with, she's a better kisser than Donk.
You're a woman. You're a reporter.
It's time I made some concrete plans.
Don't come back
Mick.
Home to seven million people.
People go to a psychiatrist to talk about their problems.
You can live on it But it tastes like shit
Long as it takes.
Incidentally, Miss, if you're looking for Crocodile Mick,
Mick? In a big city?
Even medium-rare goanna.
Hanker for a bit of, uh, male company?
(CHUCKLES) That's not a knife.
Haven't you ever protested anything?
Right.
(HELICOPTER HOVERING)
(GUNSHOTS)
That's not an insurrection This is a insurrection
(CHUCKLES)
By all means, bring along this, uh, Crocodile Dundee.
Really? Yes, what?
You see, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)
Mick?
(GIGGLING)
(LAUGHS)
Shit for brains
Just relax.
What did you say the name of this clown was?
Well... We better get started...
WALTER: I'm sorry if that frightened you, Miss.
(CHUCKLES) Of course, she's not nuts.
(IN MALE VOICE) Maybe I'd better go there someday.
(ALL CLAMORING)
How you getting on with the New Yorkers, Mick?
You can eat it but it tastes like shit.
- You all right? - Yes.
I trust that's in order?
Was this voice in your head?
Hey, girls, girls.
Crikey, Mick. I better get going.
left him there to die 100 miles from nowhere.
No. We're both single ladies.
Yeah. No worries, Wal. Ta-ta.
Tucano's. 7:30?
Blocked nose. Right.
Oh, that's just the boys having fun and games.
Donk, tonight's me lucky night.
(LAUGHTER)
Psychiatrist.
Breathe it in real deep.
How do you like your goanna? Medium? Well done?
(SIGHS) Ah, Mick.
im gay heres my knife
MICK: Wal's idea.
You know God and Jesus and all them apostles?
Close.
See you at seven.
- Ooowweee! - MAN: What's up, lady?
Well...
I want you to take me out where you were attacked,
I believe I'm deeply in your debt for saving my daughter's life.
Hmm. Sounds like a prize ratbag.
God bless you. You saved my life, really.
(ALL APPLAUDING)
(DOGS GROWL)
Hi.
Anyhow, enough about me leg.
Oh, yeah. Deadly.
Welcome to Walkabout Creek.
I mean, any normal man would have just turned up his toes and died.
You can eat it But it tastes like shit
You ready, lady?