RS: Chappelli, it’s stuck my friend, jammed in tight, we’re going nowhere right now.
IC: I know, Ravi, but Australians don’t give up, if Les Favell taught me anything it’s to fight until the very end.
RS: It seems that the machine doesn’t always work in Australia after all.
IC: You know full well that it’s not about the machine, it’s about the individual people, and that’s what makes Australia great.
RS: Yet here we are, stuck in the elevator, and we may go down without all guns blazing.
IC: I have the utmost respect for Australian engineers to get the job done right, as long as the powers that be just let them get on with doing that job.
RS: Make no mistake about it; I hope you’re right. If this were an Indian elevator getting stuck, you’d be claiming we were in third world conditions.
IC: India has changed a lot these days, Ravi.
RS: It’s just what the doctor ordered, but your old imperial chums don’t always see that.
IC: I have no chums.
RS: You hit the nail on the head there.
IC: Let’s just calm down a bit now, I’ve rung upstairs for assistance.
RS: One just gets the feeling that we may not be able to trust technology in all cases.
IC: Who paid you to say that?
RS: That sets the cat amongst the pigeons.
IC: Look, we need to get together, work hard, and achieve something here.
RS: We’re at a crucial stage; it’s touch and go.
IC: Holy shit, mate, I think the cable is breaking, we’re fucken screwed.
RS: Tracer bullet.
RS: Tracer bullet.
IC: Fuck.
RS: At the end of the day…