"Only a million years ago. Quite a recent eruption really. The rocks all round - Mount Macedon itself - must be all of 350 million years old. Siliceous lava, forced up from deep down below. Soda trachytes extruded in a highly viscous state, building the steep sided mamelons we see in Hanging Rock. And quite young geologically speaking. Barely a million years."

"Miranda knows lots of things other people don't know. Secrets. She knew she wouldn't come back."

"[to Minnie] She was afraid I'd run away, so she shaved my head. I bit her arm - it bled. So she painted my head with gentian violet."

"The radio will tell you you need this or that and a thousand other things. You'll want more and more and you'll end up chasing a lot of rubbish."

"He can learn all he needs to know right here."

"We gotta stick together don't we?"

"Storm Boy. You run like a black fella."

"Mr. Percival all over again, a bird like him never dies."

"Every year has its special film, this year is..."

"A dramatic and exciting story that will charm and delight you."

"We don't want it."

"Dick: [to Tim Hynes, referring to John] What's the matter with him? He'd rather talk to a woman than drink?"

"Janette Hynes: She's a slag, this little mutt; she'd try anything!"

"Jock Crawford: [speaking to John after he tries to shoot himself] I, uh, hate to trouble you, John, but rather than tire you, I thought I'd write down what had happened and you could sign it, okay? "The gunshot wound to my head was the result of an accident. I was visiting my friend, Clarence F. Tydon, after a hunting trip. I dropped my .22 rifle at the floor of his kitchen butt first, believing it to be unloaded. It exploded, and that's all I remember." That'll be about it, wouldn't it?"

"In competition at the 1971 Cannes Film Festival"

"Have a drink, mate? Have a fight, mate? Have a taste of dust and sweat, mate? There's nothing else out here."

"Have a drink mate? Have a Sheila mate? Have a gamble mate? Have a fight mate?"

"This is John Grant, a handsome, intelligent, ambitious young schoolteacher. / This is John Grant, an ugly, sweaty, desperate animal. What happened to John Grant? The Outback happened to John Grant. He went on holiday... and never came back."

"The Outback. A strange place, with strange names like "Tiboonda"... "Bundanyabba"... strange people..."

"In northern Australia, there are five thousand square miles of sand, scrub and searing heat... a desolate, primitive place that can take a man and destroy him. They call it the "Outback"."

"A Young Man, Alone, without money. Trapped in this territory of Incredible Heat!"

"From nowhere he came - through hell he went..."

"Sweat, dust and beer... there's nothing else out here mate!"

"The 40th anniversary of a lost classic from the Outback"

"When I started working on Wake in Fright, I was often asked how I could make a film about a people, a country, a culture I knew nothing about and was experiencing for the first time. Rightly or wrongly, I would say, "Well, that’s easy, I'm Canadian and Canada has the same British colonial background as Australia." There is the same lack of self-confidence, which, in Canada's case, it's to the extent of a rampant inferiority complex. Australia has a different kind of energy but, more important, is that the countries are geographically the same. They have the same vast empty spaces, which don't liberate, they imprison. And I also understood the men of the outback – their camaraderie, their support of each other and their generosity – because I had met the same type of men in the north of Canada. I've actually described Canada to some people as Australia on the rocks!"

"People walked out of it saying, "That is not us!" [with an English accent] We all thought we spoke like that, really. We didn't actually have an Australian accent. And there was none of that sort of brutality; there was none of that sort of harshness and madness that, of course, is very much a part of our lives."

"Wake in Fright is a film made in Australia in 1971 and almost lost forever. It's not dated. It is powerful, genuinely shocking and rather amazing. It comes billed as a "horror film" and contains a great deal of horror, but all of the horror is human and brutally realistic. [...] Kotcheff's film is raw and uncompromised, well-acted, brilliantly photographed and edited. Animals were certainly "harmed." Footage of an actual kangaroo hunt was seamlessly edited in by Buckley, and a "producer's note" says this documentary footage was included with "the participation" of animal rights' organizations, whatever that means. It's rare to find a film that goes for broke and says to hell with the consequences."

"Gary Bond as John Grant"

"Donald Pleasence as Clarence F. "Doc" Tydon"

"Chips Rafferty as Jock Crawford"

"Sylvia Kay as Janette Hynes"

"Jack Thompson as Dick"

"Peter Whittle as Joe"

"Al Thomas as Tim Hynes"

"John Mellion as Charlie"

"Jacko Jackson as Morley"

"There's a nice, simple-minded game."

"Oh, I'm a bonded slave of the Education Department... I'm a schoolteacher."

"One thousand dollars. Just... just one more spin... and you're out of it. Out of teaching... out of Tiboonda."

"Jock, you damn near saved my life just now, how 'bout... completing the job by giving me a cigarette, huh?"

"Shall I satisfy your curiosity? I'm a doctor of medicine, and a tramp by temperament. I'm also an alcoholic. My disease prevented me from practicing in Sydney. But out here it's scarcely noticeable. Certainly doesn't stop people from coming to see me. I charge no fees because I'm not interested in money. Anyway, I'm unreliable. But I'm accepted socially because I'm an educated man... or character. I get my food from my friends... my requirements in beer. Which, with some measure of self-control, is the only alcohol I allow myself."

"It's possible to live forever in The Yabba without money. As you probably noticed, some of the natives are very... hospitable. Take Janette, for instance. Now, there's a very interesting biological case. If she were a man, she'd be in jail for rape."

"I cannot accept your premise, Socrates. Affectability... progress... are vanities spawned by fear. A vanity spawned by fear. The aim of what you call civilisation is a man in a smokin' jacket, whiskey and soda, pressing a bottom... button, to destroy a planet a billion miles away, kill a billion people he's never seen."

"You'd think a bloke who'd won a silver medal at target shooting could hit himself in the head at a range of three inches."

"Charlie: You've, uh... got snakes in yer pocket, have you?"