- Inspector Hale: What did he say?
- Dover: 'There you go'.
- Inspector Hale: Go where?
- Dover: I don't know. Least that's what I though he said.
- Inspector Hale: Curious. I wonder if that was some sort of American put down?
- Dover: I don't think so. He seemed a pretty decent bloke to me.
- Inspector Hale: You're very naive, Dover, very naive.
- Chief Superintendant Caldwell: Peter, what is this all about? Your officer just attacked the Grand Marshall and stole his wife's horse.
- Peter B. Clifford: Eh, Superintendant, it's a little difficult to explain McCloud to a foreigner, unAmerican, non-American. It's a little difficult for me to understand him myself.
- Jennifer McGee: Hotel? You're going to the airport!
- Sam McCloud: That's right, just as soon as I find out who tried to gullyjump me!
- Jennifer McGee: Never mind who I am, who was that?
- Sam McCloud: I didn't get his name.
- Jennifer McGee: You hurled a perfect stranger off your balcony?
- Sam McCloud: Well what do Australians throw off their balconies, friends?
- Sam McCloud: I hate to admit this, but maybe spending all that time on the plane might have some effect on me, I, eh, I'm a bit sleepy.
- Putney: Yeah, could be the Ozzie brew, too. I suppose I should have mentioned that in the U.S. it's 3 proof, here it's 12.
- Sam McCloud: 12? Well, it does warm up your innards, alright.
- Alex Demery: Not the neatest job I ever heard of.
- Alfred Donnelly: When you're taking aim at bull-elephants, neatness is the least of your concerns.
- Jennifer McGee: You know, you really should stay. Tomorrow is a big celebration in Sidney. The Australia day parade.
- Peter B. Clifford: The only parade I wanna see is me and that 6 foot side of beef climbing up that boarding ladder 11 a.m. sharp, comprende?
- Sam McCloud: Comprendo.
- Sam McCloud: It gives a fella kind of an incomplete feeling not knowing how he solved the case.
- Peter B. Clifford: Well, if it's any consilation, McCloud, I've always thought your methods were a little incomplete, you too for that matter.
- Sam McCloud: Well, what can I say, I'm sorry. I feel like a bull in a prize flower bed.
- Jennifer McGee: You take the prize alright.
- Sam McCloud: You're about' prettiest bird-dog I've ever met.
- Peter B. Clifford: Where is he?
- Inspector Hale: Where's McCloud?
- Peter B. Clifford: I asked first.
- Inspector Hale: Who is he?
- [pointing at Clifford]
- Jennifer McGee: Right, don't answer that, Putney, that's an order.
- [Putney keeps mum]
- Inspector Hale: An order? And who the hell are you?
- Peter B. Clifford: Don't answer that, either.
- Inspector Hale: Now dammit, wait a minute, wait a minute! Now what exactly is going on here, and anyone who doesn't give me a straight answer, goes straight to jail.
