- Narrator: [last lines - from "Poem XL" by A.E. Housman's "A Shropshire Lad"] Into my heart an air that kills, From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went, And cannot come again.
- White Boy: That's the trouble with all these series. You always know the superhero is going to get away with it. That's the trouble with Batman and in The Saint. You always know he's going to win all the fights in the end. That's the trouble with all these series. Even Bugs Bunny wins all the time! If we were superheroes, we would definitely win.
- The Girl: Yes.
- White Boy: Are we superheroes?
- The Girl: I don't know. I hope so.
- White Boy: So do I.
- The Girl: I don't know why you are telling him all this. He can't understand. He doesn't know what a ladder is. I expect we're the first white people he's seen.
- Title Card: In Australia, when an Aborigine man-child reaches sixteen, he is sent out into the land. For months he must live from it. Sleep on it. Even if it means killing his fellow creatures. The Aborigines call it the WALKABOUT. This is the story of a "WALKABOUT".
- The Girl: Water. Drink. We want water to drink. You must understand! Anyone can understand that. We want to drink. I can't make it any simpler. Water. To drink. The water hole has dried up. Where do they keep the water?
- The Girl: I'd love to have a proper warm bath with clean towels and eat with real plates and knives and forks and have proper sheets and records and cleaning my teeth properly and wear all my own clothes.
- White Boy: Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're dead!
- The Girl: I'm not turning back. We've got to get on. It's late! I'm going now. Please! Please try. It can't be much further. It's silly to give in now. It's getting late! We've got to go. We can't waste time!