Wake in Fright (1971)
Van Driver: [John is declining an invitation from the stranger who gave him a ride in a jeep] Come on, come and have a drink.
John Grant: Look mate, I've given up drinking for a while.
Van Driver: What's wrong with you, you bastard? Why don't you come and drink with me? I've just brought you fifty miles in the heat and dust, and you won't drink with me? What's wrong with you?
John Grant: What's the matter with you people, huh? Sponge on you, burn your house down, murder your wife, rape your child, that's all right. But you don't have a drink, a flaming bloody drink with you, and it's a criminal offence, it's the end of the bloody world!
Van Driver: You're mad, you bastard!
Dick: [referring to John Grant] What's the matter with him? He'd rather talk to a woman than drink?
Tim Hynes: Schoolteacher.
'Doc' Tydon: The aim of what you call civilisation is a man in a smokin' jacket, whiskey and soda, pressing a bottom... button, to destroy a planet a billion miles away, and kill a billion people he's never seen.
Tim Hynes: [John has just walked into a bar] New to the 'Yabba?
John Grant: New to the 'Yabba.
Tim Hynes: You like the old place?
John Grant: No, I think it's bloody awful.
Tim Hynes: You don't like the 'Yabba?
John Grant: No!
Tim Hynes: [pauses] Will you have a drink?
John Grant: No, I'm toying with this one, thanks.
Tim Hynes: Well, drink it down. I'll buy you another.
John Grant: Look, I'm flat broke and I can't afford to drink!
Tim Hynes: [sternly] What's that got to do with it, man? I said I'd buy you one! You don't have to buy me one! Now drink it down!
Tim Hynes: Two "middies"! Don't forget the tomato juice!
'Doc' Tydon: All the little devils are proud of hell.
John Grant: Do you mean you don't think the 'Yabba is the greatest little place on Earth?
'Doc' Tydon: Could be worse.
John Grant: How?
'Doc' Tydon: [drinking] Supply of beer could run out.
'Doc' Tydon: I'm a doctor of medicine. And a tramp by temperament. I'm also an alcoholic. My disease prevented me from practicing in Sydney. But out here it's scarcely noticeable.
'Doc' Tydon: Discontent is the luxury of the well-to-do. If you got to live here, you might as well like it.
John Grant: A middy please, Charlie.
[Charlie pours him a glass with a large head of foam]
John Grant: Having one yourself?
[drinks the rest of his glass, and pours himself another with less foam]
Charlie: You've, uh... got snakes in yer pocket, have you?
John Grant: [chuckles, and puts some coins on the counter]
John Grant: [checks his watch] Alright, off you go.
[children clamour as they leave the classroom]
Young Girl: Happy Christmas, teacher!
Dave: Happy new year.
John Grant: Thank you, Dave.
Portly Boy: Give my love to your girlfriend in Sydney, sir.
John Grant: I'll do that, sir, thank you.
Chris: Have a happy holiday, sir.
John Grant: [shakes his hand] And you, Chris. Thank you. Enjoy yourself.
Lynn: [puts a geode wrapped in paper on John's desk] For your collection, sir.
John Grant: Thank you very much, Lynn. Bye-bye.
Older Boy: So I'll see you next year, mate.
John Grant: [chuckles and puts his head in his hands]
John Grant: I studied history and literature. And what can you do with that if your parents are nobody and you have no money? Oh, I know I can teach, but... I'd really like to get to England. Well, this is bad enough, but even Sydney, it's...
John Grant: I'd really like to get to England.
Janette Hynes: What would you do there?
John Grant: Journalism.
Janette Hynes: D'you have a girl?
John Grant: Yes, in Sydney.
Janette Hynes: What's her name?
John Grant: Robyn.
Janette Hynes: Robyn. What's she like?
[John shows her the photo of Robyn in his wallet. She stares at the photo, then at John, then at the photo again]
Janette Hynes: Robyn. Would you take her to England with you?
John Grant: [slightly uncomfortably] Yes. Yes.
John Grant: Hello, Charlie.
Charlie: D'you have a good holiday?
John Grant: [nods] The best.
Charlie: Will you be wanting your room when you come back?
John Grant: Where else would I stay? But if you get a... flood of tourists or anything, Charlie, I can always stay in the schoolhouse.
[train horn blows]
Charlie: See you in six weeks, huh?
John Grant: Not if I can rob a bank.
Charlie: Sure, Ned Kelly.
[John has won a large sum of money, but realizes he is still a teacher]
John Grant: [to himself] One thousand dollars. Just... just one more spin... and you're out of it. Out of teaching...
[gathers up his winnings]
John Grant: Out of Tiboonda.
[returns to the two-up den]
Tim Hynes: [humming happily to himself] Over the teeth and 'round the gums, look out belly, here it comes!
[laughs, and brings out two beers for himself and John]
Tim Hynes: Just a little quickie before lunch.
Janette Hynes: Lunch is ready *now*, daddy.
Tim Hynes: I know. But firstly, John and I must have an aperitif!