- William Andrew Philip Bodie: They fed 'em on tarantula legs for three weeks. Right? That failed. So then they tried a diet of twenty-four-hour, non-stop, pop music.
- Raymond Doyle: To a cageful of rats?
- William Andrew Philip Bodie: Yeah. There was rock, disco, punk. You know, the whole hit parade.
- Raymond Doyle: Then what happened?
- William Andrew Philip Bodie: They all went gay.
- Raymond Doyle: [laughs] A cageful of gay rats?
- William Andrew Philip Bodie: It's straight, honest. You don't believe me, do you?
- Raymond Doyle: No, are you kidding?
- William Andrew Philip Bodie: That's a fact. Honest. Queer as a three-pound note.
- [Doyle picks up a rabbit from under the picnic table]
- Raymond Doyle: Look at that.
- William Andrew Philip Bodie: What, you got a top hat down there or something?
- Raymond Doyle: He's a nice little chap, isn't he?
- William Andrew Philip Bodie: Yeah. Looks a bit like you.
- Raymond Doyle: Hair's the right colour.
- William Andrew Philip Bodie: And the eyes.
- [Doyle breaks the news that Cookie has been killed]
- June Cook: No, no I don't believe it...
- Raymond Doyle: Listen...
- June Cook: [getting hysterical] I don't want to listen, don't tell me, go away, it isn't true, I don't want to know! *Get off!* It was you - you talked him into it: 'More money, more chances'. It's all right for you - you haven't got anyone: no kids, no wife. You can go on playing cowboys for the rest of your bloody miserable, selfish life!
- [Doyle looks embarrassed because he has no answer to this]