Paperback Hero

Jack Willis:
I've written a book.

Ruby Vale:
What kind of book?

Jack Willis:
A novel. Anyway, it's got your name on it.

Ruby Vale:
What? A book with me in it?

Jack Willis:
No, a book with your name on it, like on the cover.

Ruby Vale:
Like I wrote it?

Jack Willis:
Yeah.

Ruby Vale:
Why didn't you put your own name on it?

Jack Willis:
It's a... it's a... a romance novel.

Ruby Vale:
What do I know about writing? You know, I read flying manuals.

Jack Willis:
Rube, this is a trashy romance novel.

Ruby Vale:
You said it was romantic.

Jack Willis:
Whatever. Anyway, blokes aren't meant to write them.

Ziggy Keane:
I need a lift back to town. I've got a flight at 4:00.

Mad Pete:
Yeah. I'll take you, miss.

Ziggy Keane:
Okay, I'll just get my things.

Mad Pete:
Yeah. First thing tomorrow.

Jack Willis:
And you have to watch your mouth. No bloodys, buggers, Jesus...

Ruby Vale:
F***. If I can't say bugger or Jesus, what can I say?

Ziggy Keane:
I am just trying to work out whether you're a truck driver who writes books or a writer who drives trucks.

Ziggy Keane:
Now I'm gonna be one of those people who sleep in on a weekday.

Ruby Vale:
I was thinking, I could work for the Flying Doctors Service.

Hamish:
No, they saw you doing barrel rolls, Anzac day.

Clive Rooney:
[interview on tv] You've had a huge success with this romance novel of yours. What'd you do? Pulling over at truck stops, jotting it down on paper napkins?

Jack Willis:
Yeah, pretty much, I was, actually.

Suzie:
What if I divorce you?

Artie:
Artie, that's the only decision I'll leave up to you.

Hamish:
Old bush rule, Ruby: "Don't jeopardise your life for a dog".

Ruby Vale:
It was Lance. And you call yourself a vet.