Bill:
[trying to drink a can of beer] I can't find the hole.
Harry:
You could if it had hair 'round it.
Harry:
Fuckin' rain.
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What'd ya say, Harry?
Harry:
I said you can set your watch by this fuckin' rain!
Bung:
Ah, do I detect the unmistakable tang of ye olde Tiger?
Harry:
Bung, you could sniff out a can of beer from half a mile away.
Bung:
Just one of my many talents.
Harry:
It's the shit-shoveller with the arse out of his trousers and two bob in his pocket that makes Australia. Every time there's a bit of trouble, there he is, standing like a bloody fool outside the recruiting office with his hand out for a rifle, while the rich boys are hanging back, or waiting for their father to get then a nice, safe job. And while you're stuck over here with a lot of poor bastards from the other side, who are just as scared as you, shooting at you, the rich kids are back home, having a bit of a slum or a chop at yer bird."
Sergeant-Major:
You lot think you're supermen. Tin heroes, more like.
Harry:
I said 'get fucked', you great beer-sodden bag of shit!
Sergeant-Major:
Right, you're all on a charge.
Harry:
Well, you'd better make it murder, because I'm gonna knock your block off.
Rogers:
"Welcome to Partol 2-2, specialists in arson, murder and drinking."
[Bill has picked up a prostitute.]
Prostitute:
You like me?
Bill:
Yeah.
Prostitute:
You very big.
Bill:
I bet you say that to all the heroes.
Prostitute:
Come, we lie down.
Bill:
No, we stand.
Prostitute:
You crazy?
Bill:
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