"[looking into a pool of water] Look. Rowf, look! Everything's so still in there. If I was in there, covered over, my head would be cool. Things would keep still."

"Rowf, look. Take a good look! I was right! I told you! That, Rowf, is a master! A real master of dogs! We'll do what they're doing. Don't you see? And then the man will take us home with him. Oh, what luck! My master used to throw sticks, or a ball. They like you to run about and do things. Well, this man uses sheep instead of sticks, that's all. We'll show 'em, Rowf. We'll show 'em."

"They belonged where they were. You could smell it. No white coat does anything to them. But what are we going to do, Rowf?"

"I hope you make sure we're properly dead before you start, old rip-beak!"

"[lying on the floor exhausted, having been revived from being drowned] I can't do it. I'll... I'll fight. I'll tear their.. white coats! Damn white coats!"

"[while exploring the laboratory] There must be some reason, mustn't there? It must do some sort of good."

"[talking to Snitter] I was just wondering what it'd be like to have a master. The kind that you talk about. But, there's no one. Only us. The dark that Tod talks about, it's... it's all around us. I can feel it."