Drover: Well, listen up. I'm only gonna say this once. I run the show. Everybody does exactly...as she's told. Understood?
Sarah Ashley: Understood.
Drover: No matter your experience or your age, you pull your weight.
Nullah: Yes, boss.
Drover: And above all, the Drover's law: no grog. Now, if there's a rush and the cattle are stampeding towards you, it's not much good prancing and dancing about on your show pony. There's only one thing cattle fear more than a man on a horse, and that's a man standing on his own two feet, staring 'em right between the eyes. Now, you sure you mob are still up for it?
Sarah Ashley: You can count on us.
Drover: Oh, crikey. Well, we're what we are. Gotta get to Darwin before the ship sails. Let's get cracking. The rest of you jokers follow me. Hyah! Hyah! I'll get the gate. Stay back. Don't let 'em scatter. There, mate. Push 'em over. Don't let 'em go down there. That's it. Get 'em up! Whoo! Hyah! Get up there!
Nullah: So we start cracking them whips, and driving them cheeky bulls all the way across the land to that place they call'em Darwin.
Drover: All right. We'll push 'em straight across here. Ho! Very good. Keep 'em movin'. Nice and steady. Go on! Go on! Hyah! Keep 'em moving.
