Mack: Shame what this town's come to.
Charley Waite: You could do something about it.
Mack: What? We're freighters. Ralph here's a shopkeeper.
Charley Waite: You're men, ain't you?
Mack: I didn't raise my boys just to see 'em killed.
Charley Waite: Well you may not know this, but there's things that gnaw at a man worse than dying.
Samuel Jones: If I stay here very long, I might misbehave. Somebody might have to kill me.
Julia Cook: Don't make me grieve for you.
Ned Kelly: I ain't dead yet.