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Come on mate.
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You don't know what you're talking about.
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Running a station? Manager?
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I'm a drover. Alright?
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No man hires me, no man fires me.
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- So you don't want to go to the ball? - Ball?
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Sarah...
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I'm as good as black to that mob up there.
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And I only mix with dingoes. Not-
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Not duchesses.
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They keep out of my way.
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And I keep out of theirs.