Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

G'day, Sue.
Cities are crowded, right?
Mick! Get stuffed!
What do you want?
Michael J. Crocodile Dundee.
It seems you've been tripping all over the world,
Well, a man should broaden his horizons.
You can play on it But it looks like shit
Oh! (GASPS)
Yeah.
Despite the rugged beauty of this land,
Hey... That was a guy.
(SIGHS)
Yeah. See, a croc will grab you,
You name it, we marched...
Here. Try this.
(TIRES SQUEAL)
SUE: Oh, don't worry about Mick.
Mick?
Oh, yeah, Gus. No worries.
Serve per lavarsi il culo Vero??
What's that?
but still my dad get angry if I don't show up.
Oh, darling, I'm so glad you could come.
I'm sorry. He's not normally like this.
G'day, mate!
(BUZZING)
That's it.
Yeah, and a straighter rifle.
הזזז יא ברבונדי
G'day.
- Bit of a lunatic asylum, eh? - Oh.
Come on over, meet this guy from Australia.
- My Dawn. - How are you?
THAT'S A KNOIFE
Hi. Pleased to meet you.
Oh. It's a drug. You sniff it.
Not bad eating always gives me gas
TREVOR: Can't you see where you're aiming?
(YELLS)
(TV DROWNS OUT TELEPHONE)
PCR Samples at the lab It's too crouded in here, we're jammed in like sheep
Sue, I'm not complaining about your work.
Tony off on Walkabout
So arguing over who owns them
@Will in his rooster jacket
Then I'll have none and you'll have two
(LAUGHS) Yeah.
a couple hundred dollars' worth of cocaine.
(SPITS)
(APPLAUDING)
It's too crowded. We're jammed in like sheep.
- Excuse me. - What?
Uh. When are you coming home, mate?
- Hey, Trevor. - What?
MICK: I thought you said your dad sells newspapers.
Old bushman's trick.
How you doing, baby? It's me, Simone!
Why not?
That'll do. Uh...
Seems like a personable fellow.
A city girl like you...
Oh, I think we can work something out.
Happy Birthday, Mate! Have a G'Day
Richard is warm, caring, and I love him, okay?
I knew you were tribal
Wally tells Dellie Dellie tells everyone, no more problem
Yeah, well, a scratch can turn septic out here.
Michael J. Crocodile Dundee.
Oh, there's no way I'd leave you alone on your first night in New York.
WALTER: We think so.
No way.
Shit.
(DOGS BARKING)
(GRUNTS)
So, I'm writing down Wally's number and my office number.
Are you telepathic?
- So? - I tracked him down.
Excuse me.