- Lindy: I'm told, "Don't talk like you normally talk. Watch how you hold your mouth. You look too sour and crabby. Don't get angry. Don't ask too many questions, or they think you're trying to be smart. And never, never, never laugh or you're an uncaring bitch." Well, I can't cry to order, and I won't be squashed into some dumb act for the public... or for you.
- [last lines]
- Reporter: [from among the throng of reporters outside] Michael, now that Lindy's out of jail, why are you still fighting?
- Michael: Um... I don't think a lot of people realize how important innocence is to innocent people.
- Lindy: [after being released from prison] Hello Kahlia. Hello darling. Don't you look lovely - such a pretty dress.
- Kahlia, 4 years: [shyly] Mummy made it in jail.
- Michael: This is Mummy, darling. She's back.
- Kahlia, 4 years: Real mummy?
- Michael: Real mummy.
- Lindy: Look, Mr. Barker. I wasn't there. I can only go on the evidence of my own eyes. We're talking about my baby daughter... not some object!
- Lindy: I saw you this afternoon. Gone up the rock with a baby in a backpack. Carried a six-pack; I thought you were cracked!
- Greg Lowe: It's bloody thirsty work climbin'.
- Michael: You know Greg, the worst thing for a thirst is alcohol.
- Greg Lowe: Aw, you gotta be jokin' mate, the worst thing for a thirst is sand!
- Cliff Murchison: Was that Michael's brother?
- Lindy: Can you believe it, the rumors are in New Zealand already!
- Cliff Murchison: A lie goes 'round the world while truth's still putting its boots on, sweetheart.