Matthew Quigley Quotes in Quigley Down Under (1990)

Crazy Cora: You know, if we're lost, you can tell me.

Matthew Quigley: We're lost.

Crazy Cora: I can take bad news. Just tell me straight.

Matthew Quigley: I don't know where the hell we are.

Crazy Cora: No sense takin' time to make it sound better than it is.

Matthew Quigley: I reckon we're goin' in circles.

Crazy Cora: Wire things up and I'll see right through. So, just tell me honestly. Are we lost?

Matthew Quigley: Nope. I know exactly where we are.

Crazy Cora: That's good, 'cause, frankly, I was gettin' a little worried.

Elliott Marston: [O'Flynn and Dobkin prepare Quigley for an old-fashioned duel] I seem to remember you're not too familiar with Colonel Colt's revolver, so this will be your first lesson. Don't worry. Mr Dobkin and Mr. O'Flynn will ensure that it's a fair contest.

Elliott Marston: [Marston starts walking backwards] I'll just back up a few paces... And to your left a bit, that's it... Now you're right in front of my old pistol target.

Elliott Marston: [Marston slips his coat back to reveal his holster] Some men are born in the wrong century. I think I was born on the wrong continent. Oh, by the way, you're fired

Matthew Quigley: This ain't Dodge City. And you ain't Bill Hickok.

Matthew Quigley: [Quigley shoots Dobkin, O'Flynn and Marston before they can even aim their guns, then walks up to a dying Marston] I said I never had much use for one. Never said I didn't know how to use it.

Major Ashley-Pitt: In our experience, Americans are uncouth misfits who should be run out of their own barbaric country.

Matthew Quigley: Well, Lieutenant...

Major Ashley-Pitt: Major.

Matthew Quigley: Major. We already run the misfits outta our country. We sent 'em back to England.

Crazy Cora: I don't want you to go.

Matthew Quigley: You sure look pretty in that new blue dress.

Crazy Cora: If you go after Marston, he'll kill you.

Matthew Quigley: [addressing the baby Cora is holding] Kid, next time she talks like that, pee all over the dress.

Matthew Quigley: Lady, you're about a half a bubble off plumb, and that's fer sure and fer certain.

[Lost in the Outback]

Matthew Quigley: I don't know where we're goin', but there's no sense bein' late.

[Quigley approaches Hobb, whom he's just shot]

Hobb: My back's broke...

Matthew Quigley: You're gut-shot, Hobb. Ain't nothin' I can do for you.

Hobb: Kill me...

Matthew Quigley: Where's Marston's station from here? How far's the nearest town?

Hobb: Why should I tell you?

Matthew Quigley: 'Cause if you don't, I'll let you live. Y'know, I'm new here, so I'm kinda curious. D'you think the dingoes'll get you first, or the ants?

Hobb: Don't leave me like this, Quigley! Marston's station's two days' ride southwest. Nikitanga's only twenty miles past the billabong...

Matthew Quigley: Talk straight, goddammit, or I'll get the ants myself.

Hobb: It's a town. A day's ride past a dry riverbed. That way. Now, finish me.

[Quigley hands Hobb a six-shooter. Hobb aims it at Quigley]

Matthew Quigley: You got one shot left in that shooter. Make the most of it.

Crazy Cora: Things seem different here. They say God made Australia last, don't you know, after he got tired of making everything else the same.

Matthew Quigley: Well, I seen some pretty country, that's for certain.

Elliott Marston: Ah-ha. The legendary Sharps.

Matthew Quigley: You know your weapons. It's a lever-action, breach-loader. Usual barrel length's thirty inches. This one has an extra four. It's converted to use a special forty-five caliber, hundred-and-ten-grain metal cartridge, with a five-hundred-forty-grain paper patch bullet. It's fitted with double-set triggers, and a Vernier sight, marked up to twelve-hundred yards. This one shoots a mite further.

Elliott Marston: An experimental weapon with experimental ammunition.

Matthew Quigley: You could call it that.

Elliott Marston: Let's experiment.

Crazy Cora: I remember once my Granddaddy told me how, when you're lost in the desert, you should sleep during the day and walk at night.

Matthew Quigley: Your Granddaddy tell you that? Did he also tell you we'll die, in the the desert, without those horses?

Crazy Cora: Well, what good are horses, if we die of thirst?

Matthew Quigley: Once in a while she actually makes a little sense.

Crazy Cora: What did you say, Roy?

Matthew Quigley: Never mind.

Matthew Quigley: What's my name today?

Crazy Cora: Matthew Quigley, same as any other day.

Matthew Quigley: How's about you and me taking off all our clothes and go swimmin'?

[they are in the middle of a desert]

Crazy Cora: What are you crazy? There ain't no water

[Quigley looks at her and smiles]

Crazy Cora: Why *shame* on you!

Matthew Quigley: Well you? Well, what about last night? You...

Crazy Cora: I what?

Matthew Quigley: Oh, never mind.

Matthew Quigley: God created all men. Sam Colt made them equal.

Matthew Quigley: You got one shot left in that shooter. Make the most of it.

Matthew Quigley: [to Cora] You sure are pretty in the mornin' sun.

Matthew Quigley: I'm not sharing my bed 'til I'm sure who's in it.

Matthew Quigley: [looking at grubs] I don't eat things that are still movin'.

Crazy Cora: Gonna shoot it first?