Nah - - back there, if you got a problem, you tell Wally. And he tells everyone in town......

Dorothy Wainwright:

So what do you think of New York, Mr. Dundee? Michael J. "Crocodile" Dundee:
Oh, bit of a lunatic asylum, if you ask me. But that's what I like about it, 'cuz I FIT RIGHT IN! [grins impishly] Dorothy Wainwright:
[gulps genteely, then turns to her husband]
What a strange unusual fellow. Sue Charlton:
[in a smiling but somewhat embarrassed low tone, so that only Mick can hear]
Dorothy's fine now, but she used to be REALLY uptight. Michael J. "Crocodile" Dundee:
[in naive curiosity]
What happened? Sue Charlton:
She found a wonderful shrink. [seeing that Mick doesn't know what she means, then speaks in an even lower voice] Sue Charlton:
Psychiatrist. Michael J. "Crocodile" Dundee:
[rolling his eyes in a "Ooops - - I sure made a social slip-up THERE" gesture]
Ughhh - - I shouldn't have made that crack about the lunatic asylum! I didn't know she was nuts. Sue Charlton:
[giggles in slightly humiliated amusement at Mick's "back-woods hick" unawareness]
She's not NUTS. People go to a psychiatrist to talk about their problems. She just needed to unload them. You know, bring them out in the open. Michael J. "Crocodile" Dundee:
Hasn't she got any mates? Sue Charlton:
[with a half-resigned air, knowing that this is not how her fellow "formal" NYC cronies would think of it, but knowing that Mick's reasoning is certainly spot-on]
You're right. I guess we could all use more mates. I suppose you don't have any shrinks at Walkabout Creek. Michael J. "Crocodile" Dundee:
Nah - - back there, if you got a problem, you tell Wally. And he tells everyone in town... brings it out in the open... no more problem