Drover Quotes in Australia (2008)

Drover: Most people like to own things. You know, land, luggage, other people. Makes them feel secure. But all that can be taken away. And in the end, the only thing you really own is your story. Just tryin' to live a good one.

Lady Sarah Ashley: Let's go home.

Drover: There's no place like it.

Drover: Crikey!

Drover: Just because it is, doesn't mean it should be.

Drover: We're not really used to...

Lady Sarah Ashley: A woman? I suppose you think I should be back in Darwin, at the church fête or a lady's whatever you call it. Well I will have you know, I am as capable as any man.

Drover: Guests. We're not used to guests is what I was about to say but now that you mention it I happen to quite like the women of the outback.

Drover: [to Ivan] Serve him a fuckin' drink.

Drover: What're you talkin' about?

Lady Sarah Ashley: You... you want... You want to have it *on* with me.

Drover: What? Wha- What was that?

Lady Sarah Ashley: Oh, you know *exactly what I'm saying. Just like you have it on with that poor girl that you're exploiting, an-and God knows how many others!

Drover: What are you *talking* about? You got a filthy mind, lady.

Lady Sarah Ashley: You're an animal!

Drover: I wouldn't have it on with *you,* if you were the only tart left in Australia!

Drover: Now where the *hell* are all the bloody stockmen, eh?

Lady Sarah Ashley: That's what I need to speak to you about.

Drover: Where's Fletcher?

Lady Sarah Ashley: We disagreed, and I dismissed him.

Drover: [Dumbfounded] ... *Dismissed?*

Lady Sarah Ashley: Yes.

Drover: Wait, wait a minute, hold on. What about the cattle?

Lady Sarah Ashley: Well, as he was leaving, he *deliberately* let the cows out of the, uh... I don't know, whatever you call it, and they *ran off.*

Drover: [Storms off] Damn! Do you realize, woman, what you've done?

Lady Sarah Ashley: Mr. Drover, do not take that tone with me *thank you, very much!*

Drover: [Stomps back to her] Don't take that tone with ya, huh?

Lady Sarah Ashley: [Firmly] No.

Drover: I'm askin' ya, woman, do you know what you've *done?* I won't get another drove this late in the season, alright? You've cost me my *living!*

Lady Sarah Ashley: Can't you just round them up?

Drover: Round 'em up, huh? Oh, round 'em up, yeah. Huh? Round 'em up!

Lady Sarah Ashley: Yes! You just... go *get them!*

Drover: Fifteen-hundred head o' cattle, scattered over a million acres with just me, and my two men. That's a *great* idea! Stupid cow...

Lady Sarah Ashley: Mr. Drover, I could show you a thing or two about horses.

Drover: Pretty sure, when it comes to horses, there's nothing you can show me.

Drover: There's only one thing cattle fear more than a man on a horse, and that's a man standing on his own two feet, staring him right between the eyes.

Drover: Welcome to Australia!

Drover: Is there any man who doesn't fancy you, huh?

Lady Sarah Ashley: Not everybody's you, Mr. Drover.

Drover: That's right. Not everyone's me. I'm the boss.

Drover: I mix with dingoes, not - not duchesses.

Nullah: You a man, Drover?

Drover: Yeah, I try to be.

Nullah: Sometimes man got to get away from woman.

Drover: Maybe.

Nullah: That's why you go droving.

Drover: I go droving 'cause that's my job.

Nullah: If you don't go droving, you not a man.