- Ned Kelly: [as he is about to be led into the court house] If I ever have to kill a man, Lonigan, you will be the first!
- Ned Kelly: [singing] It's of a wild Colonial Boy, Jack Dolan was his name, Of poor but honest parents, He was born in Castlemaine. He was his father's only hope, His mother's pride and joy, And so dearly did his parents love, The wild Colonial Boy...
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- Ned Kelly: This is how they shall remember me, my mother that raised me, my family, my friends. Not broken. Not bedraggled. Not condemned. No prisoners!
- Mrs. Kelly: Put a bit of a smile on your face, Ned Kelly, and don't be lookin' like a man on the gallows.
- Mrs. Kelly: This is George King, Ned.
- George King: Very pleased to meet you, Ned.
- Mrs. Kelly: He's a friend of mine! All the way from California in America.
- George King: Land of the free and home of the brave.
- Ned Kelly: Don't worry, Maggie. We're the Kellys.
- Maggie Kelly: We're the Kellys.
- Ned Kelly: We're the Kellys!
- Maggie Kelly: We're the Kellys!
- Ned Kelly: We're the Kellys!
- Maggie Kelly: We're the Kellys!
- Ned Kelly, Maggie Kelly: We're the Kellys!
- Maggie Kelly: We're the Kellys!
- Ned Kelly: We're the Kellys!
- Supt. Nicholson: You are aware that Mr. Whitty has offered an award of 100 pounds for the conviction of horse stealing against your son.
- Mrs. Kelly: Oh, I'm aware of that. And it occurs to me that there are better ways to collect it, than strutting about my home like an underfed turkey.
- Supt. Nicholson: Your son Dan is about to be released from prison, your son Jim is still serving a sentence, your son Ned - has a price on his head, and you've already lost one husband. In all humanity, madam, I must counsel you to leave this district. It can only mean disaster to remain here.
- Mrs. Kelly: A Kelly never runs away.
- Mrs. Scott: I must say, you're much better looking than we'd been led to believe. But, why does such a young man wear a beard?
- Ned Kelly: My mother used to say, Mrs. Scott, that kissing a man without a beard was like eating porridge without psalms. Do you eat porridge without psalms, Mrs. Scott?
- Mrs. Scott: Oh, never, Mr. Kelly.
- Ned Kelly: Bloody Fitzpatrick! Why did I have to go and trust an Irish turncoat bastard with a Union Jack engraved on his ass.
- Mrs. Kelly: It takes the lot of you, for the assault on one woman and her children. What brave, robbin' pigs you are.
- Ned Kelly: There's something I'd like to say. The newspapers have called me a murderer. But, my conscience is as clear as the snow in Peru. I have never murdered anyone.
- Ned Kelly: It's war. Open, outright, declared war. I'll make those stiff-necked unicorns wish they'd never heard the name of Kelly!
- Ned Kelly: Friends, comrades, everyone, this is a good day. And we'll have many another. Fearless, free, and bold - that's how we'll live. But, first we have to fight. Take up our own color.