little fat man and lame old man

Ricky Baker: We'll just tell them you were looking after me.

Hec: Doesn't matter what you tell them, they won't believe you. They'll think I made you do it. I'm not going back to jail, I'm better off up here. This is no place for a kid. You're gonna have to go back, Ricky.

Ricky Baker: To what?

Hec: To the welfare people.

Ricky Baker: No!

Hec: They'll look after you.

Ricky Baker: No, they won't!

Hec: They'll find you another home, you'll be fine.

Ricky Baker: You're not listening! Nobody listens! There's no more homes, just juvy!

Hec: What's juvy?

Ricky Baker: Juvenile prison. They don't care about kids like me, they just keep moving us around until something happens like... Amber.

Hec: Oh no, bugger then. Okay, okay. We're in about a million hectares of bush, that's big, it's big enough to hide in for a while, anyway.

Ricky Baker: Good enough for me.

Hec: But we're heading into winter. It's gonna be rough, no huts, no tents, real bush life. Can you handle that?

Ricky Baker: I can handle it.

Hec: Yeah. And if you play up, I dump you.

Ricky Baker: Okay, Uncle.

Hec: I'd still prefer if you don't call me Uncle.

Ricky Baker: Okay, Hec. So what do we do now?

Hec: We run.

[They run for a few seconds, then stop out of breathe]

Hec: Wait, wait wait. Maybe we don't need to run.

Ricky Baker: Oh yeah, let's just fast walk.