Mick Taylor:
I'm going to do something now they used to do in Vietnam. It's called making a head on a stick.
Mick Taylor:
See? Head on a stick!
Mick Taylor:
[
pouring water] Nothing like rain water from the Top-End.
Mick Taylor:
[
pointing at corpse] She was good for months... until she lost her head!
Kristy Earl:
[
screaming at Taylor while she's tied-up] You loser!
Ben Mitchell:
What do you do now?
Mick Taylor:
I could tell you. But then I'd have to kill you.
[
laughs]
Liz Hunter:
Why would he lie?
Kristy Earl:
Because he's a bloke.
Kristy Earl:
Someone's got a crush on you.
Ben Mitchell:
Yeah, Graham the attendant. I could tell.
Ben Mitchell:
I think it'd be cool, you get to go from place to place saying things like 'that's not a knife - this is a knife'.
Mick Taylor:
I was doing people a service really, by shooting them. There's kangaroos all over the place... like tourists.
Mick Taylor:
Where you from, mate?
Ben Mitchell:
Sydney.
Mick Taylor:
Poofter capital of Australia!
Mick Taylor:
What was it your mate said again? Oh, yeah, that's not a knife - *this* is a knife!
Liz Hunter:
Get away from her!
Liz Hunter:
Thanks again for helping us out.
Mick Taylor:
No worries.
Liz Hunter:
Obviously it would be great to get going as soon as possible.
Mick Taylor:
No worries.
Mick Taylor:
I always use a rubber with you cunts... I just don't know where ya been!
[
Liz has Mick at gunpoint]
Mick Taylor:
Now Lizzy... A rifle in the wrong hands can be you know, really dangerous. So, GIVE ME THE FUCKING...
[
Liz shoots him]
Related Links
*
