- Sam Toovey: Can you guess how much I've gathered up out there? Nine farms. Big and small. 12,600 acres. Half a dozen faithful tenants. God knows how many labourers. And I'm not gonna stop now.
- Arthur Kidd: I've heard it said you'll own half the county.
- Sam Toovey: I might at that. Why do I do it?
- Arthur Kidd: I don't know. Why do you?
- Sam Toovey: I don't know. No reason, except to go on and on. Doing it becomes its own reason, you see. And in the end... There's no point at all. It's like all hobbies. Essentially pointless. Will you agree, Margaret? My territorial ambitions are singularly pointless?