Quigley Down Under

Crazy Cora:
Don't worry, when you start a new job it's normal for things not to go well at first.

Matthew Quigley:
Lady, you're about a half a bubble off plumb, and that's fer sure and fer certain.

Matthew Quigley:
I don't know where we're goin', but there's no sense bein' late.

Crazy Cora:
Things seem different here. They say God made Australia last, don't you know, after he got tired of making everything else the same.

Matthew Quigley:
Well, I seen some pretty country, that's for certain.

Elliott Marston:
Ah ha. Legendary Sharps.

Matthew Quigley:
You know your weapons. It's a lever-action, breech loader. Usual barrel length's thirty inches. This one has an extra four. It's converted to use a special forty-five caliber, hundred and ten grain metal cartridge, with a five-hundred forty grain paper patch bullet. It's fitted with double set triggers, and a Vernier sight. It's marked up to twelve-hundred yards. This one shoots a mite further.

Elliott Marston:
An experimental weapon with experimental ammunition.

Matthew Quigley:
You could call it that.

Elliott Marston:
Let's experiment.

Matthew Quigley:
I said I didn't have much use for one. Didn't say I didn't know how to use it.

Matthew Quigley:
This ain't Dodge City. And you ain't Bill Hickok.

Elliott Marston:
No man knocks me out of my own house.

Major Ashley-Pitt:
In our experience, Americans are uncouth misfits who should be run out of their own barbaric country.

Matthew Quigley:
Well, Lieutenant...

Major Ashley-Pitt:
Major.

Matthew Quigley:
Major. We already run the misfits outta our country. We sent 'em back to England.

Crazy Cora:
I remember once, my Granddaddy told me how, when you're lost in the desert, you should sleep during the day and walk at night.

Matthew Quigley:
Your Granddaddy tell you that? Did he also tell you we'll die, in the the desert, without those horses?

Crazy Cora:
Well, what good are horses, if we die, first?

Matthew Quigley:
Once in a while, she actually makes a little sense.

Crazy Cora:
What did you say, Roy?

Matthew Quigley:
Never mind.

Crazy Cora:
You know, if we're lost, you can tell me.

Matthew Quigley:
We're lost.

Crazy Cora:
I can take bad news. Just tell me straight.

Matthew Quigley:
I don't know where the hell we are.

Crazy Cora:
No sense takin' time to make it sound better than it is.

Matthew Quigley:
I reckon we're goin' in circles.

Crazy Cora:
Wire things up and I'll see right through. So, just tell me honestly. Are we lost?

Matthew Quigley:
Nope. I know exactly where we are.

Crazy Cora:
That's good, 'cause, frankly, I was gettin' a little worried.

Hobb:
My back's broke...

Matthew Quigley:
You're gut shot, Hobb. Ain't nothin' I can do for you.

Hobb:
Kill me...

Matthew Quigley:
Where's Marston's station, from here? How far's the nearest town?

Hobb:
Why should I tell you?

Matthew Quigley:
'Cause if you don't, I'll let you live. Y'know, I'm new, here, so I'm kinda curious. D'you think the dingos'll get you first, or the ants?

Hobb:
Done leave me like this. Quigley. Marston's station's two days' ride southwest. Nikitanga's only twenty miles past the billabong...

Matthew Quigley:
Talk straight, goddammit, or I'll get the ants, myself.

Hobb:
It's a town. A day's ride past a dry riverbed. That way. Now, finish me.

Matthew Quigley:
You got one shot left in that shooter. Make the most of it.

Crazy Cora:
I don't want you to go.

Matthew Quigley:
You sure look pretty in that new blue dress.

Crazy Cora:
If you go after Marston, he'll kill you.

Matthew Quigley:
Kid, next time she talks like that, pee all over the dress.

(Quigley to Marsten) "They say God created man. Sam Colt made him equal. More or less..."

“When the road gets rocky “ that is the only part I remember

No ma'am. I just spoke with him and he's not in that much of a hurry.