Crocodile Dundee II (1988)
Doris: Tell me, Sue, what is Mick like in bed?
Sue: [cleverly brushing off the question] I dunno, he still sleeps on the floor.
Punk: [about Mick breaking into Rico's mansion/fortress] What are ya chances?
Punk: What are your chances of getting out of here with that jacket on?
Mick: [throws his knife across the room into the punk's mohawk] Better than average.
Mick: What did you do last night?
Punk: We didn't do nothing. We was here all night.
Mick: That's what you call cool, is it? Well, tomorrow, if someone asks you the same question, you can say: "We didn't do nothing." Or you can say: "We went out to Long Island to help this lunatic storm a fortress!" At the very least you can come watch me get my head blown off.
[Aborigine speaks in Aborigine]
Charlie: No, mate, we just hold them.
Sue: What did he say?
Charlie: [winking] He wants to know if we're allowed to eat these men.
Nugget: [Sitting on a cooler of beer] G'day! Want a cold one?
Denning: Who are you?
Nugget: Call me Nugget. I've been looking for Walter Reilly. Haven't seen him around, have you?
Denning: [Cocks his rifle] You shoulda bought a gun instead of a beer, mate.
Nugget: Nah. I don't need a gun. I've got a Donk.
Denning: [laughs] You got a what?
[Takes Denning's rifle and knocks him out]
Sue: Who do you think you are? You hold me here at gunpoint, threaten to kill people, then you act like you're some sort of rock star? You're a drug dealer. You're a grubby little parasite.
Rico: You should watch your mouth. It is not wise to annoy me. Bob Tanner did and I had his head blown off like that...
[snaps his finger softly]
Sue: You killed Bob?
Rico: And if your Mick screws this up...
[snaps his finger softly]
Ledge Suicider: I'm about to throw myself off this building.
Mick: You could kill yourself.
Ledge Suicider: That's the whole idea.
Mick: Oh, ah, right. I'll just wait till you're finished.
[after several moments when the Ledge Suicider does not jump]
Mick: Would you mind getting a move on? I'm on me lunch break.
Walt: You know, some people say that he talks to the animals. The aborigines call him Jabba-Jahda-Ah-Der-Ahd, which means The Crocodile Who Walks Like a Man.
Rico: [chuckles] If what you say is true, it's lucky we brought the Kryptonite.
Rico: Get some sleep. Gonna be a long day tomorrow.
Mick: [hiding and watching their campsite, he whispers] Yeah. And it' ll be a long night, too.
Sue: You shot Walter.
Mick: Yeah. It was the only thing I could think of to save his life.
Sue: By shooting him?
Mick: I only nicked him.
Mick: [to suicidal ledge-walker] Just out of curiosity, why would you want to - - pssshhheeewwwww?
[makes whistling sound and gestures with his arm in a diving motion]
Sue: There's nothing wrong with the food, it's the company.
Charlie: If Mick want his clothes back, he can climb down there and get it his bloody self.
Charlie: Mick's bloody lucky you can't shoot straight, Wal.
Rico: This Dundee likes to play games, huh, Miguel? Maybe we show him some good games when it gets light.
Sue: Do you know where they are?
Mick: Yeah. They're about 500 yards that way, behind that ridge.
Sue: How do you know that?
Mick: Can't you smell it?
Sue: [Shakes her head] Their sweat?
Mick: [Smiling] Walt's aftershave.
Mick: [collectively addressing the other diner patrons] Hey, the name's Mick Dundee from Australia - - I'm looking a job; anyone got any ideas?
Mick: [sees the patrons merely exchange puzzled glances and roll their eyes, then shruggingly turns back to the bartender] 'Kay, that's enough job-huntin' for one day!
Mick: Well maybe you can protect her, but I know that I can. But not here, someplace I can see him coming.
Brannigan: Where do you have in mind?
Mick: Take your bra off.
Sue: This is hardly the time.
[Sue proceeds to take her bra off without taking off her shirt. She hands her bra to a stunned Mick]