Ned

Mr. Kelly:
Sit down, shut up and finish your rubber!

Dan Kelly:
We need bread, new beards and I need you to pick me up some penicillin. For my Syphilis.

Ned Kelly:
Alright.

Dan Kelly:
Oh and some fresh milk.

Ned Kelly:
Can't we just get that from our horses?

Dan Kelly:
I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer.

Hawkins:
Morning Governor Sinclair.

Sinclair:
Tell me Hawkins, who made my breakfast this morning?

Hawkins:
That new Cook, Sir. Was there a problem?

Sinclair:
Yes Hawkins, there was. Several in fact. My fruit salad had no Paw Paw, my pheasant eggs were cold, mild at best, and this Earl Gray tastes as if it's been pissed from a dead baby.

Hawkins:
I'll forward your complaints to him, Sir.

Sinclair:
Don't do that Hawkins. Just have the man killed.

Mr. Kelly:
Take a look around you Ned, one day this will all be yours. Rubber is the way of the future. And you and I will lead the way, together. Together with our farm of rubber...

Dan Kelly:
Jesus Ned, pull yourself together.

Tina:
Is your friend alright?

Dan Kelly:
He's fine. He just saw his family... raped... by Pirates.

Ned Kelly:
How come you look like Michael Jackson?

Mr. Kelly:
I'm dead.

Henchman Williams:
[after knocking a stick puppet he thinks is a bush ranger into a fire] Yeah! Burn you skinny son of a b*tch!

Ned Kelly:
Heard you guys were lookin' for a fourth outlaw?

Dan Kelly:
Maybe we are, maybe we aren't... You lookin' to join up?

Ned Kelly:
Maybe I am, maybe I aren't.

Townsmember:
Nice pony!

Ned Kelly:
He's a horse.