Translate this into Australian English: And much more am I sorrier for my good knights’ loss than for the loss of my fair queen; for queens I might have enough, but such a fellowship of good knights shall never be together in no company. – Thomas Malory, «Le Morte D’Arthur». Translation: Nah, I don’t mind losing a few sheilas – they’re a dime a dozen, and there’s plenty more where they came from. But my mates… I reckon there’ll never be such a great mob of good blokes ever again. That’s the bugger of it all.
Thanks to Bazza Mackenzie for assistance with the translation.