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Ho! Push them up!
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Cheeky bulls down the wharf!
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Cheeky bulls down the wharf, Mrs. Boss!
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...That's it, Nullah.
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- You got it dad. - Get'em up, Nullah.
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I got the last big, bloody, cheeky bull in the big, bloody metal ship.
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All right!
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Lady coming through. The lady coming through.
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No ladies.
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Two Poor Fella rums, Ivan.
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Shut up!
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No women.