- Clare: You can tell me to shut up. You can threaten me. But it won't do nothing. That girl you raped, whose husband and baby you murdered - that girl died. And you can't kill what's already dead.
- Hawkins: This woman's a lying thief. She's just upset because I caught her trying to steal my horse. I'll have you arrested, you drunken whore.
- Clare: I'm not your whore. I'm not your nightingale, your little bird, your dove. I'm not your anything. I belong to me and no one else!
- Billy: You England.
- Clare: I'm not England. I'm Ireland.
- Billy: You bloody England!
- Clare: I'm Ireland!
- Clare: [speaks in Gaelic] Damn all the English to hell! Every one of their sons! May the pox disfigure them! May the plague consume them! Long live Ireland!
- Billy: You Ireland.
- Clare: Yes, I'm Ireland, you fool. I fecking hate the English! I'm Ireland.
- Billy: Bloody white people...
- Clare: The little bird thought she was going to die out there in the forest. All alone. She called out in her sweet, baby voice, to see if her ma would hear her. Her voice was so pure, it carried for miles through the trees. And suddenly, out of nowhere, her ma came flying down and scooped her up in her breast. And the little baby bird chirped with delight. She held on tight to the trees till they came to a beautiful place. Where she and her ma and pa could live happily together. The sun shone brightly, the air was clear, and she was home. She was free.
- Clare: Every time something bad happens you're nowhere to be found. I'm paying you to protect me!
- Billy: No you're not. I'm showing you the way. You protect yourself.
- Clare: You're a bloody coward!
- Billy: I'm not a coward. Those ones who see a black fella. They shoot a black fella. Bit hard for a dead man to show you the fucking way!
- Aidan: Let her go.
- Hawkins: Beg yours?
- Aidan: I asked you nice this morning. And now I'm telling ya. Let her go.
- Ruse: Hey hey, hey, watch your mouth.
- Hawkins: No it's alright. Let him speak.
- Aidan: She's been asking for three months. Every week you say you're going to send the letter. And every week you don't. Why won't you let her go?
- Clare: Please, Aidan...
- Aidan: She's paid her dues. And so have I.
- Hawkins: Is that right?
- Aidan: She's my wife.
- Hawkins: And she's my property. So I'll do what I want with her.
- Clare: [to Aidan] Please, love. Let's go.
- Billy: What are you doing?
- Clare: I just wanted him to stop is all.
- Billy: If that one's your husband, you need another husband.
- Clare: How do we get to him?
- Billy: I don't want no trouble.
- Clare: Please help me. You know what it's like to have white fella take everything you have, don't ya? They stole something from me, and I need to get it back.
- Ruse: [to Jago] Look on the bright side, sir. Two months in Van Diemen's Land and you're already a baby killer.