“Okay, so English settlers brought rabbits with them to Australia to breed for food and stuff, right? But they escaped and basically started destroying the country, eating the vegetation, that kind of thing. So by the early 1900s, the government was trying to figure out a way to get rid of all the rabbits. Want to hear what their genius plan was? The rabbit-proof fence. Worked out great for the rabbits. Once they learned how to play badminton and got the hang of tennis on grass, they couldn’t remember how they ever lived without it. Supposedly there was something like six hundred million rabbits by 1950. But you’re missing the point. The point is that even though it was pretty obvious from the beginning it wasn’t working, they kept right on building it—two thousand miles of it.”

“... and all those frogs going 'Rabbit, rabbit'...""I think, sir, that it was 'Ribbit, ribbit'...""So, what goes 'Rabbit, rabbit'?""Rabbits, I think. All the time...”

“Autobiography, if there really is such a thing, is like asking a rabbit to tell us what he looks like hopping through the grasses of the field. How would he know? If we want to hear about the field on the other hand, no one is in a better circumstance to tell us-so long as we keep in mind that we are missing all those things the rabbit was in no position to observe. ”

“Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.”

“All right, two dozen house specials. Any chance one of you might want to live dangerously and try a vegetable? (Aimee)Do we look like rabbits to you? (Fury)”

“Remember that rabbit-proof fencing you told me about? You get that at a hardware store or is it special order?”