Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You all right? - Yes.
I was sort of married once.
You can eat it but it tastes like shit.
Don't come back
Tucano's. 7:30?
(SIGHS) Ah, Mick.
(LAUGHTER)
(IN MALE VOICE) Maybe I'd better go there someday.
(CHUCKLES) Of course, she's not nuts.
Oh, that's just the boys having fun and games.
I'll tell her meself. I'm coming through.
Right.
How you getting on with the New Yorkers, Mick?
(ALL APPLAUDING)
I believe I'm deeply in your debt for saving my daughter's life.
(DOGS GROWL)
You're a woman. You're a reporter.
That's not an insurrection This is a insurrection
Got to have an opinion. Got to have a voice.
What did you say the name of this clown was?
People go to a psychiatrist to talk about their problems.
Hmm. Sounds like a prize ratbag.
Hi.
Mick.
Really? Yes, what?
Oh, I hate the bush.
My dick is this big
Home to seven million people.
You can live on it But it tastes like shit
Blocked nose. Right.
Was this voice in your head?
Yeah, I thought you might be.
Shit for brains
(GIGGLING)
- Me? - Reluctant to talk about yourself?
Psychiatrist.
I want you to take me out where you were attacked,
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, yeah. Deadly.
Yeah. No worries, Wal. Ta-ta.
(LAUGHS)
Crikey, Mick. I better get going.
G'day. Ooops!
He's coming through!
See you at seven.
Well, a barramundi's a bloody big fish.
You can eat it But it tastes like shit
Long as it takes.
WALTER: I'm sorry if that frightened you, Miss.
God bless you. You saved my life, really.
It's time I made some concrete plans.
Incidentally, Miss, if you're looking for Crocodile Mick,
No. We're both single ladies.
I trust that's in order?
to start with, she's a better kisser than Donk.
By all means, bring along this, uh, Crocodile Dundee.
MICK: Wal's idea.
You Pelican!
You see, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)
(GUNSHOTS)
(ALL CLAMORING)
left him there to die 100 miles from nowhere.
(HELICOPTER HOVERING)
Welcome to Walkabout Creek.
Well...
Um...
Well... We better get started...
Mick? In a big city?
Breathe it in real deep.
How do you like your goanna? Medium? Well done?
MICK: You married?
Haven't you ever protested anything?
Anyhow, enough about me leg.
im gay heres my knife
Donk, tonight's me lucky night.
Hanker for a bit of, uh, male company?
- Ooowweee! - MAN: What's up, lady?
Hey, buddy.
Hey, girls, girls.
Uh, what year is this?
Close.
(CHUCKLES) That's not a knife.
Even medium-rare goanna.
I mean, any normal man would have just turned up his toes and died.
Just relax.
You ready, lady?
Mick?
You know God and Jesus and all them apostles?