Jim Craig:There are a dozen good brood mares in that mob. I'll be back for them... and for whatever else is mine.
Jim Craig:United in death, the minister said.
Jim Craig:It's a nice thought, Spur.
Spur:It's a great comfort to widows and fools. There's more to life than death, Jim.
Harrison:You have a long way to go yet, lad.
Spur:He's not a lad, brother, he's man. He's a man!
Curly:I'm studying to be supervisor
Jim Craig:[to Curly]Studying to be stupid.
Jessica Harrison:If I'd wanted your help, mate, I would've asked for it.
Jessica Harrison:[viewing from horseback, after Jim saves Jessica and they kiss, a change coming in the Aussie mountain weather]It changes so suddenly. One moment it's paradise, the next it's trying to kill you.
Jim Craig:Yep, that's how it can be up here. If it was easy to get to know it, it would be not challenging. You've got to treat the mountains like a high-spirited horse; never take it for granted.
Jessica Harrison:It's the same with people, too.
Rosemary Hume:Male company will be a pleasant relief in this hothouse of female emotions.
Jim Craig:I think they're trying to make a butler out of me.
Jessica Harrison:They're trying to make a lady out of me.
Jim Craig:Well, they won't have no luck.
Jessica Harrison:Thank you very much!
Jim Craig:Now hold on, I didn't mean...
Jessica Harrison:I don't suppose they'll have any luck making a gentleman out of you, either.
[Harrison is threatening to send Jessica away to a ladies' college]
Jessica Harrison:No! I won't go!
Harrison:[slaps Jessica]You're as deceitful as your mother.
Frew:[rising in bed with his lever action rifle as Curly advances on Jim with a broken bottle]Curly - lose the bottle!
Frew:[cocks the lever action rifle as Curly stops and stares]I did it before... and so help me, I'll do it again.
[Curly drops the bottle]
Curly:[to Jim Craig]I heard you broke in more then the colt while we were away...Did you have to use your spurs boy!
Spur:[Hears stones falling behind him]How'd you find this place?
Clancy:I tracked ya.
Clancy:You silly old galah, you leave a trail like a one-legged seed drill.
Spur:Damn you Clancy, always sneekin' around, makin' no noise.
Clancy:I heard noise, I heard voices.
Spur:Aha, sure sign of old age when you start hearin' things.
Moss:[rising in bed with his shotgun as Curly advances on Jim with a broken bottle]Curly - lose the bottle!
Moss:[cocks the shotgun as Curly stops and stares]I did it before... and so help me, I'll do it again.
[Curly drops the bottle]
Jim Craig:I'm not hiding beneath the skirts of a bunch of women.
Spur:Don't throw effort out to foolishness!
Spur:I haven't had this much feminine attention in years.