Evil Angels

Lindy Chamberlain:
The dingo's got my baby!

Michael Chamberlain:
I don't think a lot of people realise how important innocence is to innocent people.

Lindy Chamberlain:
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 b*tch." Well, I can't cry to order, and I won't be squashed into some dumb act for the public... or for you.

Lindy Chamberlain:
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 Chamberlain:
[after being released from prison] Hello Kahlia. Hello darling. Don't you look lovely - such a pretty dress.

Kahlia, 4 years:
[Shy] Mummy made it in gaol.

Michael Chamberlain:
This is Mummy, darling. She's back.

Kahlia, 4 years:
Real mummy?

Michael Chamberlain:
Real mummy.

Lindy Chamberlain:
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 Chamberlain:
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!

Michael Chamberlain:
No, you're right, it's exactly the same model as mine.

Les Smith:
Have a look at what Webber found under the dash!

Lindy Chamberlain:
Crikey, how's yer kidneys?

Cliff Murchison:
Was that Michael's brother?

Lindy Chamberlain:
Can you believe it, the rumours are in New Zealand already!

Cliff Murchison:
A lie goes 'round the world while truth's still putting its boots on, sweetheart.