Quigley Down Under (1990)

Laura San Giacomo: Crazy Cora

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Quotes 

• Crazy Cora : You know, if we're lost, you can tell me.

  Matthew Quigley : We're lost.

  Crazy Cora : I can take bad news. Just tell me straight.

  Matthew Quigley : I don't know where the hell we are.

  Crazy Cora : No sense takin' time to make it sound better than it is.

  Matthew Quigley : I reckon we're goin' in circles.

  Crazy Cora : Wire things up and I'll see right through. So, just tell me honestly. Are we lost?

  Matthew Quigley : Nope. I know exactly where we are.

  Crazy Cora : That's good, 'cause, frankly, I was gettin' a little worried.

  Matthew Quigley : [to himself]  Don't know where we're going, but there's no use being late.

• [Quigley has been beaten and left for dead in the Australian desert] 

  Crazy Cora : Don't worry, on a new job it's quite common for things not to go well at first.

• Crazy Cora : I don't want you to go.

  Matthew Quigley : You sure look pretty in that new blue dress.

  Crazy Cora : If you go after Marston, he'll kill you.

  Matthew Quigley : [addressing the baby Cora is holding]  Kid, next time she talks like that, pee all over the dress.

• Crazy Cora : I remember once my Granddaddy told me how, when you're lost in the desert, you should sleep during the day and walk at night.

  Matthew Quigley : Your Granddaddy tell you that? Did he also tell you we'll die, in the the desert, without those horses?

  Crazy Cora : Well, what good are horses, if we die of thirst?

  Matthew Quigley : Once in a while she actually makes a little sense.

  Crazy Cora : What did you say, Roy?

  Matthew Quigley : Never mind.

• Crazy Cora : Things seem different here. They say God made Australia last, don't you know, after he got tired of making everything else the same.

  Matthew Quigley : Well, I seen some pretty country, that's for certain.

• Matthew Quigley : [looking at grubs]  I don't eat things that are still movin'.

  Crazy Cora : Gonna shoot it first?

• Matthew Quigley : What's my name today?

  Crazy Cora : Matthew Quigley, same as any other day.

  Matthew Quigley : How's about you and me taking off all our clothes and go swimmin'?

  [they are in the middle of a desert] 

  Crazy Cora : What are you crazy? There ain't no water

  [Quigley looks at her and smiles] 

  Crazy Cora : Why *shame* on you!

  Matthew Quigley : Well you? Well, what about last night? You...

  Crazy Cora : I what?

  Matthew Quigley : Oh, never mind.

• Crazy Cora : I'm cold.

  Matthew Quigley : Well, you got the blanket.

  Crazy Cora : Well... maybe we could share it tonight? There's something I wanna talk to you about.

  Matthew Quigley : If we do... there'll be something I wanna talk to you about.

  Crazy Cora : [Cora moves closer and starts undressing, before lying down next to Quigley]  When summer comes, let's drag up some wood for a real cabin. 'Cuz Roy, sod walls look...

  Matthew Quigley : [cuts her off]  Matthew.

  Matthew Quigley : [sits her up]  Matthew Quigley. I ain't sharing my bed 'til I'm certain you know who's in it. Now say it.

  Crazy Cora : ...If we had a wood cabin, we could get glass windows.

  Matthew Quigley : [sighs]  We'll see.

• Crazy Cora : Anyone who believes in magic is crazy.

• Crazy Cora : I got something I wanna say to you.

  Matthew Quigley : I got a couple of thing I wanna say to you, too.

  Crazy Cora : Remember, once, you told me before you'd make love to me I'd have to say two words?

  Matthew Quigley : What's that?

  Crazy Cora : 'Matthew Quigley'!

• Crazy Cora : [Sitting next to Quigley around a campfire and looks at an aborigine child]  That little girl is so darling!

  Matthew Quigley : She sure is.

  Crazy Cora : Not as darling as Roy Jr. though.

  Matthew Quigley : Oh God almighty, lady, not another Roy...

  [picks up some food] 

  Matthew Quigley : Well, I don't know about you, but my stomach thinks my throat's been cut.

  Crazy Cora : Roy was hunting sage hens when the Comanches came. I grabbed the baby and a pistol and I hid in the root cellar out back. The Indians tore up our sod house. and I was real quiet, but then the baby started cryin'. I tried to shush him and suckle him, but he just wouldn't stop. One Comanche, I remember, he was acting real drunk and wore my green apron, and he must have heard somethin'. He started hollerin' and coming closer. So I put my hand gentle-like over my baby's mouth. 'Don't cry, daddy'll be home soon'. The indians found us, but they just laughed. They was drunk, didn't wanna hurt anybody, and rode away... At sundown, Roy came back, but I was still afraid to come out of the the cellar. I was afraid what he'd do when he saw I'd smothered our son...

  Crazy Cora : [turns to her dress]  I oughta find some way to mend this petticoat. Look at that. Roy... he just buried the baby, put me in the wagon, and we went 70 miles to Galveston withount stopping. He never said a word... Put me on the first ship he found. it was heading to Australia. And he said 'don't want no woman who would kill my son to save herself'. And he turned and he walked away and he never looked back. I know, 'cuz I watched him to see if he would...

  Crazy Cora : [turns back to fiddling with her dress]  This thing is just fallin' apart...

• Elliott Marston : Whitey! Take that bucket and ride out until I signal.

  Elliott Marston : [Whitey rides off with the bucket]  Tell me when you want him to stop.

  Slattern : [Quigley calmly prepares his rifle, as the rider gets further and further]  Your man able to hit something that far away?

  Crazy Cora : I don't know him. I never saw him before.

  Worker : [Quigley keeps adjusting his rifle]  He'd have to be a good shot alright...

  Matthew Quigley : ...'Bout there'll do.

  [Marston fires his pistol and the rider places the bucket on the ground] 

  O'Flynn : [whispering]  Bullshit.

  Elliott Marston : [Quigley carefully takes aim and prepares to fire]  Are you certain, Mr. Quigley, that you wouldn't like the bucket a bit closer?

  Matthew Quigley : [Quigley pauses, then fires the rifle, piercing the bucket]  Quite certain.

  [reloads and fires two more shots in quick succesion, hitting the bucket both times] 

  Crazy Cora : Told ya! Only my Roy could hit a coyote at that distance!

• Crazy Cora : [Cora spots some dingoes approaching the cave, and runs inside to the crying infant]  Shh! Shh! Don't cry!

  Crazy Cora : [picks up the child]  Hush, baby! Hush, baby! Hush, baby! Shh.

  Crazy Cora : [sits down with the child in her arms]  Shh, shh. Daddy'll be home soon. Daddy'll be home soon. Daddy'll be home soon. Shh.

  Crazy Cora : [rocks back and forth, her hand moving over the childs mouth]  Daddy'll be home soon. Daddy'll be home soon, Daddy'll be home soon, Daddy'll be home soon. Shh. Shh. Don't cry. Don't cry, don't cry. Daddy'll be home soon. Daddy'll be home soon. Daddy'll be home...

  Crazy Cora : [the baby pulls her hand away and keeps crying]  Oh...

  Crazy Cora : [holds the baby up to her face, smiling]  No! You cry. You wanna cry? You cry if you want to! Go on, darling, cry!

  Crazy Cora : [puts the baby down]  Hell! Let's *both* make some noise!

  [runs and grabs a rifle] 

  Crazy Cora : [singing]  Yes we will gather at the river! The beautiful, beautiful river!

  [fires the rifle] 

  Crazy Cora : [drops the rifle and picks up a gun, still singing]  Yes we will gather at the river!

  Crazy Cora : [starts shooting at the dingoes entering the cave, sending them running]  Get!

  Crazy Cora : [shoots one of the dingoes, making it flee the cave]  Did you see that? I got the one wearin' my green apron! Run, you damn cowards! Get yer yellow bellies outta here!