The Man from Snowy River (1982)
Jim Craig: There are a dozen good brood mares in that mob. I'll be back for them... and for whatever else is mine.
Harrison: You've got a long way to go yet, lad.
Spur: He's not a lad, brother, he's man. He's a man!
Clancy: The man from Snowy River.
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 like paradise, the next it's trying to kill you.
Jim Craig: Yep, that's how it can be up here. But, uh, if it was easy to get to know it, there'd be no challenge. You've got to treat the mountains like a high-spirited horse; never take them for granted.
Jessica Harrison: It's the same with people, too.
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.
Jessica Harrison: If I'd wanted your help, mate, I would've asked for it.
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]
Spur: I haven't had this much feminine attention in years.
Jim Craig: I think they're trying to make a butler out of me.
Jessica Harrison: Well, 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: Oh, hang on, that's not what I meant.
Jessica Harrison: And they won't make a gentleman out of you, either.
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.
Rosemary Hume: Male company will be a pleasant relief in this hothouse of female emotions.