Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You sure your not hickory tree tribe

You got a light, buddy?

We're heading for that escarpment today, right?

Pump? Thats not a pump

or proposing to the finest catch in New York state?

He's only been here a dozen times.

If I went and lived in some city, I'd only make it worse.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

Snake-infested swamps...

No. Favorite subject.

Oh, can I come?

I got to talk to that man down the end.

I already made arrangements to meet him.

I got it. Here you go.

Ah, no. Glen just go Walkabout.

Well done. Well done.

This is Karla. I'm Simone. Where you from, honey?

She just needed to unload them.

no worries, mate

Nah. Common sense.

turned him over, bit half his leg off,

Every man and his dog in the joint knows

Who's going to hear it out here?

was attacked by a crocodile.

He's probably marching right now for the gay Nazis or something.

That story's getting better every time you tell it, Wally.

There's always one more story.

I better go with Nev and have a chat with the Pintinjarra.

Dorothy's fine now, but she used to be really uptight.

That's right. I'm only a sheila.

But it tastes like shit.

Mick Dundee from Australia.

WALTER: Got the photo, Mick.

Uh, 16, 18 foot, maybe.

So, itsa gonna be a problemo getting’ da votes 4 da boy And Delly tells everyone else

But he is here in town. Somewhere.

I suppose you don't have any shrinks at Walkabout Creek?

(PHONE RINGING)

I've got my own apartment downtown.

It's everybody's business.

You know I had almost forgotten what a sexy-looking lady you are.

- I... Shh! - What?

Butt out, Dundee!

(BUSHES RUSTLING)

when they wanted to look through his suitcase.

Well, um... Buy me a cold beer, and we'll call it quits.

For a minute there, um...

So I ought to, mate. Sneaking up on a man

Thoughtful, too...

I mean, ain't no crocodiles out there, but a fast-moving Chevy

Or how I'd feel if I were out here alone.

You got a kiss for the old man?

Ten minutes of that, you'll be clear as a bell. No worries.

More like a love bite, really.

is like two fleas arguing over who owns the dog they live on.

What are you going to do?

I'd drink you under the table any day, my friend.

From what Wal's told me, living in the city can be just as dangerous.

I mean, I don't imagine that they have any...