“On Saturday 14th February 1900, a party of schoolgirls from Appleyard College picnicked at Hanging Rock near Mt. Macedon in the state of Victoria. During the afternoon, several members of the party disappeared without trace.”

“A thousand men, say, go searchin' for gold. After six months, one of them's lucky: one out of a thousand. His find represents not only his own labor, but that of nine hundred and ninety-nine others to boot. That's six thousand months, five hundred years, scramblin' over a mountain, goin' hungry and thirsty. An ounce of gold, mister, is worth what it is because of the human labor that went into the findin' and the gettin' of it.”

– Howard

“What a lucky clown you are! You don't have to wipe off your laugh.”

 

“If the halo fits, put it on. And don't pretend you don't love winding people up like little toys.”

– Glenda Esmond

“Right now, I don't know if it's me or the dynamite that doin' all that sweatin'.”

– Jake Sharp

“It has been a good day for everyone, even for God. No sign of rain. No evidence of disease or blood.”

“I'm a man in search of his true self. How archetypically American can you get?”

– Eddie Jessup