- [last lines]
- Ned Kelly: Such is life.
- intertitle: Despite petitions for a pardon that bore a total of 32,000 signatures, Ned Kelly was hanged on 11th of November, 1880.
- intertitle: He was 25 years old.
- Ned Kelly: And wasn't this the challenge of your whole life, Superintendent? A feather in your cap? You can't catch me. You don't have a hope of catching me, so you take my friends instead - over a hundred men arrested, stuck in stinking cells without trial while their crops perish in the fields. And guess what? Not one of 'em caves in and tries to claim the reward. Not one of 'em. They loved me the just same and hated you all the more, didn't they? Did you really think I was gonna let 'em all rot?
- Ned Kelly: [breathing heavily] What I best recall is riding alone with the sun behind me, seeing me own shadow cantering ahead against the roadside weeds and willows, and leaving me stretched far behind galloping to chase it. Like a centaur in the picture books.
- [the scene flips back and forth through time, between the bank holdup, where Ned dictates a letter with the aid of others around him, and Premier Berry who reads Ned's letter to his subordinates]
- Ned Kelly: So, if I can beg your patience, this is my statement to the Premier of Victoria, Graham Berry, and you here are my witnesses. Joe, take out a pen and paper. We'll write ourselves a letter. Dear sir. Dear sir.
- Premier Berry: "Dear sir, I wish to acquaint you with some of the occurrences of the present, past and the future. It will pay government to give those people who are suffering..."
- Ned Kelly: ...justice and liberty.
- Premier Berry: "... justice and liberty. I seek revenge for the evil name given me and my relations. By the light that shines, this is my warning."
- Ned Kelly: My brother and sisters and mother have to put up with the brutal and cowardly conduct of a parcel of...
- Premier Berry: "... big, ugly..."
- Ned Kelly: ...big, ugly, fat-necked...
- Premier Berry: "... fat-necked..."
- Dan Kelly: ...wombat-headed...
- Ned Kelly: ...wombat-headed...
- Premier Berry: "... wombat headed, big-bellied..."
- Woman: ...magpie-legged...
- Ned Kelly: ...magpie-legged - thank you very much, ma'am; Joe, write that down - magpie-legged...
- Premier Berry: "... narrow-hipped, splaw-footed, sons of Irish bailiffs..."
- Ned Kelly: ...or English landlords, better known as - what? - Victorian police.
- Premier Berry: [to the Superintendent Hare] This section here you might find less amusing, Superintendent.
- Ned Kelly: I give fair warning to all those who have reason to fear me not to attempt to reside in Victoria. Neglect this and abide by the consequences, which shall be worse than the rust in the wheat. I do not wish to give this order full force without timely warning but I am a widow's son outlawed and my orders must be obeyed!
- Ned Kelly: I wore it seriously, me hero's sash of green and gold - proof that I'd saved a life as well.
- Ned Kelly: They said I'd lost what it meant to be human, maybe never had it in the first place, but wasn't this about protecting the ones I loved? The ones who gave me food, and shelter, even the clothes on me back? And therefore wasn't it now a war?
- Ned Kelly: I 'spose you're the Great Orlando.
- The Great Orlando: That I am.
- Ned Kelly: Well, I'm the Great Ned Kelly, and this here's the Fabulous Joe Byrne.
- [raising their guns]
- Ned Kelly: We'd like to join your circus.
- Joe Byrne: What are these? These skulls?
- [picks one up]
- Mrs. Scott: I collect them.
- Joe Byrne: [moving the jaw of the skull] Hello.
- [in the middle of the Glenrowan shootout, right before his death]
- Joe Byrne: Jesus Christ, lads, I think I need a drink.
- Joe Byrne: He said what a lucky fellow I am to be with such a beauty as you.
- Aaron Sherritt: Too lucky, if you ask me.
- [first lines]
- Ned Kelly: I was the hero of Hughes Creek. I can still see the glint in me Da's eye as he looked down at me, his hand on me shoulder. What did he call me that day? Ah, what did Da call me? That's right. He called me Sunshine.
- Ned Kelly: [preparing weapons] There's a certain type of black tribesman that bends in the wind. Blends into the background. Mostly he employs the help of the dead to destroy other people. "The Night Dancer", they call him.
- [from the trailer]
- Ned Kelly: I've never shot a man, but if I do, so help me God, you'll be the first!
- Aaron Sherritt: [Coming outside half undressed] Hey, gotta keep your voice down? I've a visitor.
- Joe Byrne: Who?
- Aaron Sherritt: Mary Hegarty.
- Joe Byrne: Mary Hegarty?
- Aaron Sherritt: Mm-hm.
- Joe Byrne: Jesus, she can be only thirteen!
- Aaron Sherritt: Ah, I'm not superstitious.
- Joe Byrne: [after the circus monkey has been killed in the crossfire] Ah! The monkey's been shot! Poor little bugger!
- [At the end of the Glenrowan shootout, right before they each commit suicide]
- Dan Kelly: I'm out of rounds. Do you have any left?
- Steve Hart: Only two.
- Dan Kelly: I guess that's all we need then, isn't it?
- Steve Hart: We never stood a chance, did we?
- [They both commit suicide]
- Ned Kelly: [narrating] They say the trouble with the Irish is that they rely too much on dreams and not enough on gunpowder. Whereas the English were shy on dreams, as usual, but had plenty of the other. Now we had both.
- Ned Kelly: I've watched gravel fade. Dust settle into crust. I've seen drips of water turn to stone that defied gravity. I've turned blood red with cave mud. I've been a bloody rock!
- Ned Kelly: [Narrating as he takes the dead constable's watch] I don't know why I took his watch. It was somethin' to do with his not needin' it.
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