Miss McCraw: This we do for pleasure, so that we may shortly be at the mercy of venomous snakes and poisonous ants. How foolish can human creatures be.
Marion: A surprising number of human beings are without purpose, though it is probable that they are performing some function unknown to themselves.
Edith: Tell us.
Pupil #1: Yes Irma, tell us.
Pupil #2: Tell us, Irma.
Sgt. Bumpher: Why didn't you tell us you followed the four girls.
Michael Fitzhubert: Because... I didn't exactly follow them. I just jumped across the creek and walked towards the rock a little way. I was curious. In England young ladies like that wouldn't be allowed to go walking in the forest. Not alone anyway. They were gone by the time I got out of the creek, so I turned back.
Miss McCraw: It stopped at twelve. It never stopped before. Must be something magnetic.
Irma: Waiting a million years, just for us.
Mlle. De Poitiers: Au revoir mes enfants. Au revoir. Au revoir.
Ben Hussey: Ah, you wouldn't have the time, I suppose, Miss?
Mlle. De Poitiers: Ah, Miranda - your pretty little diamond watch?
Miranda: Don't wear it anymore. Can't stand the ticking above my heart.
Irma: If it were mine, I'd wear it always - even in the bath. Would you Mr. Hussey?
Mlle. De Poitiers: Ah! Now I know.
Miss McCraw: What do you know?
Mlle. De Poitiers: I know that Miranda is a Botticelli angel.
Rosamund: What do you think? Miranda, somebody had the nerve to send Miss McCraw a card on squared paper covered with tiny sums.
Minnie: I feel sorry for them kids.
Tom: The ones on the rock, you mean?
Minnie: Yeah, them too. I was thinking of them other poor little devils. Here at the college.
Tom: Damn! They're all right. Rolling in cash, most of them. Or at least their mothers and fathers are.
Minnie: Some of them are orphans, or wards, and you know.
Mr. Whitehead: There's some questions got answers and some haven't.
Ben Hussey: Well Ma'am, the strength of it is this. Three of your young ladies and uh - Miss McCraw are missing - on the rock.
Mrs. Appleyard: What happened?
Ben Hussey: Well now, Mrs. Appleyard, that's just the trouble. Nobody knows what happened.
Miranda: Look! Not down at the ground, Edith. Way up there in the sky.
Michael Fitzhubert: I wake up every night in a cold sweat just wondering if they're still alive.
Albert Crundall: Yeah, well the way I look at it is this: if the bloody cop, and the bloody Abo tracker, and the bloody dog can't find them, well no-one bloody can.
Albert Crundall: We'll have to be going soon. It'll be dark before we get back.
Michael Fitzhubert: I'm staying here.
Albert Crundall: You're what?
Michael Fitzhubert: I'm staying here.
Albert Crundall: Here? on the rock?
Michael Fitzhubert: Yes.
Irma: Sara reminds me of a little deer Papa brought home once. I looked after it, but it died. Mama always said it was doomed.
