Michael J. Crocodile Dundee (Paul Hogan) follows Sue (Linda Kozlowski) in the jungle. As she stops to get some water, a large crocodile attacks her.
Movie Description: Intrigued by the near-death experience of the rugged hunter, Michael J. "Crocodile" Dundee, after a close encounter with a monstrous saltwater crocodile, the New York City reporter, Sue Charlton, travels to Australia, to meet the legend in person. There, in the dusty hamlet of Walkabout Creek and the formidable outback, dangerous situations and unforeseen romantic complications await; however, Sue already knows that nothing compares to the urban jungle of the great Big Apple. So, like a fish out of water, Mick leaves Australia for the first time in his life for Manhattan's concrete maze, where he comes face-to-face with the complexities of modern life. But, will the unpretentious bushman ever adapt to the big city?
I
have
a
job
skinning
the...
You were right.
Definitely
no place
for a city girl.
I don't know. From what Walsh told me,
living in a city can be just as dangerous.
Haven't you ever lived in a city?
Never been to a city.
Kidding.
Cities are crowded, right?
If I went and lived in some city, I'd only make it worse.
Here, try this.
Do you want me to have a look at that?
A little scratch can turn septic out here. Give us a look.
That's all right.
Oh,
Mick,
you're
frightened
s***
of me.
So I ought to, mate.
Sneaking up on a man when he's rendering first aid to a lady.
Is that what you were doing?
Oh, it's all right.
It's a mate of mine, Neville Bell.
Sue Charlton.
G'day, Sue.
And what are you doing wandering around out here in the scrub, Nev?
I'm on my way to the robbery hour at the Gabba.
It's bloody drag, but still, my dad'd get angry if I don't show up.
See, Nev's a real city boy, but his dad's a tribal elder.
Oh, no, you can't take my photograph.
I'm sorry.
You believe it'll take your spirit away.
No, you got a lens cap on.
How about I get going?
Nice to meet you, Sue.
Bye, Nev.
I'll catch up to you, Nev.
What's happening?
I'd better go with Nev and have a chat to the Pitjantjatjara.
Can I come?
No way.
Women are strictly taboo at these turnouts.
How does he find his way in the dark?
He thinks his way.
A lot of people believe that they're telepathic.
How
did
you
know?
Are you telepathic?
Nonsense.
You're a woman, a reporter.
That makes you the biggest busybody in the world.
I can live with that.
That croc was gonna eat me alive.
I wouldn't hold that against him.
Same thought crossed my mind once or twice.
Good night,
Mick.
