Tour Agent: The Walkabouts we arrange here are not just a stroll through the park. It's trekking through vast stretches of desert, rousting bloody treacherous woods.
Locke: Look, you've got no idea who you're talking to. I'm well aware of what's involved, believe me. I probably know more than you on the subject.
Tour Agent: In any case, it's a trying ordeal for someone in peak physical condition, let alone...
Locke: Look, I booked this tour a month ago, you've already got my money. Now, I demand a place on that bus.
Tour Agent: You misrepresented yourself.
Locke: I never lied.
Tour Agent: By omission, Mr. Locke. You neglected to tell us about your condition.
Locke: My condition is not an issue. I've lived with it for 4 years. It's never kept me from doing anything.
Tour Agent: Look, unfortunately it is an issue for our insurance company. I can't keep the bus waiting any longer. It isn't fair to the other people.
Locke: Hey, don't talk to me about fair!
Tour Agent: I can get you on a plane back to Sydney on our dime. That's the best I can do.
Locke: No. I don't want to go back to Sydney. Look I've been preparing for this for years. Just put me on the bus, right now, I can do this.
Tour Agent: No, you can't.