Ned Kelly: And wasn't this the challenge of your whole life, Superintendent? A feather in your cap? You can't catch me. You don't have a hope of catching me, so you take my friends instead - over a hundred men arrested, stuck in stinking cells without trial while their crops perish in the fields. And guess what? Not one of 'em caves in and tries to claim the reward. Not one of 'em. They loved me the just same and hated you all the more, didn't they? Did you really think I was gonna let 'em all rot?
Ned Kelly: I 'spose you're the Great Orlando.
The Great Orlando: That I am.
Ned Kelly: Well, I'm the Great Ned Kelly, and this here's the Fabulous Joe Byrne.
[raising their guns]
Ned Kelly: We'd like to join your circus.
Ned Kelly: I've watched gravel fade. Dust settle into crust. I've seen drips of water turn to stone that defied gravity. I've turned blood red with cave mud. I've been a bloody rock!
Ned Kelly: I wore it seriously, me hero's sash of green and gold - proof that I'd saved a life as well.
Ned Kelly: [breathing heavily] What I best recall is riding alone with the sun behind me, seeing me own shadow cantering ahead against the roadside weeds and willows, and leaving me stretched far behind galloping to chase it. Like a centaur in the picture books.
Ned Kelly: [Narrating as he meets the traveling circus] They say the trouble with the Irish is that they rely too much on dreams and not enough on gunpowder. Whereas, the English were shy on dreams as usual, but had plenty of the other.
[after a pause]
Ned Kelly: Now we had both.
Ned Kelly: [Narrating as he takes the dead constable's watch] I don't know why I took his watch. It was somethin' to do with his not needin' it.
Ned Kelly: [narrating] They say the trouble with the Irish is that they rely too much on dreams and not enough on gunpowder. Whereas the English were shy on dreams, as usual, but had plenty of the other. Now we had both.
Ned Kelly: [preparing weapons] There's a certain type of black tribesman that bends in the wind. Blends into the background. Mostly he employs the help of the dead to destroy other people. "The Night Dancer", they call him.
Ned Kelly: The country belongs to us.
Woman n Crowd: Yeah.
Man in Crowd: That's right.
Ned Kelly: And we'll go wherever we like.