Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Been waiting long? - Oh, I arrived early,
"Snake-infested swamps..."
Ah, maybe we could take in a movie or, you know, go to a dance or...
- Hi, pumpkin. - Hi, Dad.
find yourself a nice, comfortable spot
We're going to miss him around here.
influencing her as her editor.
What?
MICK: Get out of the way, dopey!
Oh...
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
What about you? Aren't you having any?
Ah, there he is.
What's up lady
Uh...
Just bite the end off. They're really sweet.
Well, if you're looking for adventure,
What a strange gentleman.
That's the dangerous end.
That’s a shirt
I'm here, aren't I?
(RATTLE)
It's all right. It's a mate of mine.
Killed it, of course.
if you'll excuse me, I'd like Mick to say hello to Senator Manly.
- Oh. - Do you breed them?
MICK: G'day.
What happened?
You can live on it… but it tastes like shit.
Nice chatting to you, ladies.
A death roll?
MICK: Hey, come on, Dan. You're in no condition to drive.
Get out of here! Get going!
When someone asks us about our fish...
Perhaps I'll have more success as her husband.
You see, Donk's never spilled a drop.
G'day, Irving. How are you, mate?
Shh! Shut up, you guys.
Yep, That's What I Saw. _
I caught one down there about three weeks ago.
Oh, hang on.
(CRUNCH) NEV: Ooh!
- Morning, Miss. - Morning.
Serve per lavarsi il culo vero???
What's goin' down, bro?
MICK: Just leave the spare towels on the bed, will you?
And is there a Mrs. Crocodile Dundee?
Ahem. Your father's expecting you, Miss.
The thing bit his leg right off,
Yeah. I'm cool. I'm cool.
(COCKS RIFLE)
Sue, even if this thing is for real,
he's gone walkabout.
Huh?
Uh, excuse me, Gwendoline.
Ready as I'll ever be.
I need a piss!
I shouldn't have made that crack about the lunatic asylum.
(GUNSHOT)
(GROANS)
I'll get in the back, Gus.
SUE: Good to see you looking so fit and well.
The one in the black hat.
Lady here wants to talk to the guy in the black hat!
AND YOUR DIGNITY.
He,he,he
Ah. Just making sure.
Tell him not to leave.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
TITS: SHIPREK, JUST AGREE WITH HIM.
Are either of you ladies attached or married or anything like that?
What are you drinking, Gwendoline?
Oh, yeah. No troubles at all.
Dorothy and Wendell Wainwright. From Australia.
That’s not a garden This is a garden
When people ask about our fish
(SHRIEKS)
Oh, God. We got separated in customs.
- Cheerio. - Wednesday.