If I'm traveling under the name of Jack Duggan and troopers named Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy step up, I'll go quietly and hope for a fair trial.

Okay, okay, I'll TIE your bloody kangaroo down!

I might have been everywhere, but I'm avoiding Llangof..Llangokl...Wales.

Forget it, Captain. Your daughter ain't worth the swim, and I lost my little boring-tool in a card game.

Next Christmas I'll be waiting on the rooftop, shotgun in hand, and if that reindoor crap ain't cleaned up, I'm gonna have me some venison.

Next time I play "jolly old St. Nicholas" I'm not leaning my ear any damned way. Little anklebiter spit in it this year.

I'll mind my OWN arms and ammunition, thank you!