Wake in Fright (1971)
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!
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!
'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: 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.