Knocker: Will you marry me?
Rachel: Pardon?
Knocker: Will you marry me?
Rachel: I really haven't had much luck with that.
Knocker: Just think about it eh? Just think about it.
[Police Issue 13519]

Knocker: Speaking of relationships... you still haven't given me an answer.
Rachel: Well... well the boys seem to like you, you know, so um... so I think you're in.
[Unfinished Business]

Frank: You know, Rachel, he's not the bloke for you. I mean, you- you screw him if you like, but don't marry him.
[Message From the Dead]

Rachel: Put the gun down John, drop it.
Knocker: You don't wanna do this Rachel.
Rachel: [shoots the ground at his feet] Stay where you are.
Knocker: All right, all right.
Rachel: Okay now put down the gun... I said put down the gun!
Knocker: I can't go to gaol Rachel, you know that. Just let me go will you?
Rachel: Just put down the gun.
Knocker: You love me Rachel, you don't wanna do this. Just turn around, give me ten seconds, let me get away, please.
Rachel: I can't, now put down the gun, please John put it down.
Knocker: You love me Rachel, you don't wanna do this.
Rachel: Put down the gun, but down the bloody gun, put it down!
Knocker: All right, all right, all right. [he puts the gun on the ground]
Rachel: Right, now move away from it...
Knocker: [turns and reaches for his spare gun]
Rachel: John, turn around. John, turn around!
[she fires five bullets into his body before he has a chance to shoot her]
[Knocker]