Wolf Creek Quotes
Stranded backpackers in remote Australia fall prey to a murderous bushman who offers to fix their car, then takes them captive.
Ben Mitchell: [slightly drunk] Man, you must love the freedom.
Mick Taylor: What?
Ben Mitchell: The freedom. You know, you must love it. You know, hangin' out in nature and shit.
Mick Taylor: Right...
Ben Mitchell: You get to, like, you know, cruise around the bush.
[pause]
Ben Mitchell: Saying cool stuff like, "that's not a knife, this is a knife!"
[Mick glares at him]
Mick Taylor: What?
Ben Mitchell: The freedom. You know, you must love it. You know, hangin' out in nature and shit.
Mick Taylor: Right...
Ben Mitchell: You get to, like, you know, cruise around the bush.
[pause]
Ben Mitchell: Saying cool stuff like, "that's not a knife, this is a knife!"
[Mick glares at him]
Mick Taylor: [he grabs a wounded Liz and holds her up; she starts screaming. Mick laughs] I got a bullet hole in me neck and I'm not whingeing, am I? No!
[pause]
Mick Taylor: I'm gonna have to do something, Lizzy. So as you don't try and run out on me, you know? It's... It's a little trick they used to use in the Vietnam War, you know? So they could take prisoners and they still get the same information out of 'em! But the little buggers didn't escape!
[Mick shakes Liz and shouts in her ear]
Mick Taylor: You with me? You with me?
[pause]
Mick Taylor: You see what I mean, eh?
Liz Hunter: [groans] No! No...
Mick Taylor: Now that! That's for FUCKIN' WRECKIN' ME FUCKIN' TRUCK, YOU BITCH!
[pause]
Mick Taylor: I'm gonna have to do something, Lizzy. So as you don't try and run out on me, you know? It's... It's a little trick they used to use in the Vietnam War, you know? So they could take prisoners and they still get the same information out of 'em! But the little buggers didn't escape!
[Mick shakes Liz and shouts in her ear]
Mick Taylor: You with me? You with me?
[pause]
Mick Taylor: You see what I mean, eh?
Liz Hunter: [groans] No! No...
Mick Taylor: Now that! That's for FUCKIN' WRECKIN' ME FUCKIN' TRUCK, YOU BITCH!
Kristy Earl: [as she's tied up and gagged] Why are you doing this? Why?
[Mick ignores her]
Kristy Earl: Please! If you let me go, I won't tell anyone!
Mick Taylor: Shh, shh, shh!
Kristy Earl: I won't! I won't!
Mick Taylor: [Mick approaches her] Come on. Calm down! Listen to Uncle Michael...
[pause]
Mick Taylor: Come on...
[pause]
Mick Taylor: Now, as I keep tellin' ya, you know, I always use a rubber with you cunts! I don't know where you been.
Kristy Earl: [screaming] Fuck you!
Mick Taylor: [as he tries to touch Kristy in an attempt to rape her] Mmm... Mmmm... Mmmm...
Kristy Earl: Get away from me! Fuck you! Fuck you, cunt!
[Kristy spits on Mick]
[Mick ignores her]
Kristy Earl: Please! If you let me go, I won't tell anyone!
Mick Taylor: Shh, shh, shh!
Kristy Earl: I won't! I won't!
Mick Taylor: [Mick approaches her] Come on. Calm down! Listen to Uncle Michael...
[pause]
Mick Taylor: Come on...
[pause]
Mick Taylor: Now, as I keep tellin' ya, you know, I always use a rubber with you cunts! I don't know where you been.
Kristy Earl: [screaming] Fuck you!
Mick Taylor: [as he tries to touch Kristy in an attempt to rape her] Mmm... Mmmm... Mmmm...
Kristy Earl: Get away from me! Fuck you! Fuck you, cunt!
[Kristy spits on Mick]
Kristy Earl: [Screaming hysterically] Please, don't kill me. Please!
[Mick fondles with his shotgun]
Kristy Earl: PLEASE! AH!
[Mick casually points his gun at her]
Kristy Earl: Please! Don't kill me! Please! NO! DON'T KILL ME!
[Mick's gun goes off but with no bullet; Mick laughs as Kristy continues screaming]
Mick Taylor: Well, nothing happens when the bolt's open, ya see?
[Mick takes a bullet and places it in his rifle; he clicks the gun]
Mick Taylor: UH-OH!
[Taylor points the gun at Kristy again and fires, but she is not hit with the bullet; it just barely misses her. She continues screaming in fear and Mick laughs]
Mick Taylor: THE LOOK ON YOUR FUCKIN' FACE!
[Mick fondles with his shotgun]
Kristy Earl: PLEASE! AH!
[Mick casually points his gun at her]
Kristy Earl: Please! Don't kill me! Please! NO! DON'T KILL ME!
[Mick's gun goes off but with no bullet; Mick laughs as Kristy continues screaming]
Mick Taylor: Well, nothing happens when the bolt's open, ya see?
[Mick takes a bullet and places it in his rifle; he clicks the gun]
Mick Taylor: UH-OH!
[Taylor points the gun at Kristy again and fires, but she is not hit with the bullet; it just barely misses her. She continues screaming in fear and Mick laughs]
Mick Taylor: THE LOOK ON YOUR FUCKIN' FACE!
