Granny: Go. Go now. Don't look back. I love you, son.
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Auntie Violet: The Irish were born for leavin', otherwise the rest of the world'd have no pubs.
Granny: Go. Go now. Don't look back. I love you, son.
Pop: ...if they can't understand ya, then they're not listening. And that's their problem.
Auntie Violet: All the Irish need to survive is a phone, a Guinness and the sheet music to "Danny Boy".
Minister: So do not say in grief that you are sorry he is gone, but rather, say in thankfulness you are grateful he was here.
Pop: Get yourselves to the moon. London's only one small step for a man.
Buddy: God. This takes ages. No wonder they call it long division.
Granny: I'm always saying to your man there, what's yours is mine, and what's mine's me own.
Pa: Ach, you're no real Protestant. You're a jumped-up gangster and always were.
Granny: Well, them curries, I tried one once. I had to wear a nappy for a week.
Pop: There's nothing wrong with an outside toilet, except on an aeroplane.
Ma: I didn't come up the loch in a bubble.
Granny: Be careful what you wish for. That's what the minister at the wee mission says.
Buddy: Daddy, are we gonna have to leave Belfast?
Granny: Tell your mammy to stop her cheek, or I'm not taking you to the show.
Buddy: I don't want to leave Belfast!
Pa: How do I get to the moon with only ten pound, three leaky umbrellas, and my bus pass?
Pa: Moondance at seven-to-two. Has to win, don't you think?
Auntie Violet: The Irish were born for leavin', otherwise the rest of the world'd have no pubs.
Granny: Go. Go now. Don't look back. I love you, son.
Auntie Violet: All the Irish need to survive is a phone, a Guinness and the sheet music to "Danny Boy".
Pop: Get yourselves to the moon. London's only one small step for a man.
Buddy: God. This takes ages. No wonder they call it long division.
Minister: So do not say in grief that you are sorry he is gone, but rather, say in thankfulness you are grateful he was here.
Granny: I'm always saying to your man there, what's yours is mine, and what's mine's me own.
Granny: Well, them curries, I tried one once. I had to wear a nappy for a week.
Ma: I didn't come up the loch in a bubble.
Granny: Go. Go now. Don't look back. I love you, son.
Pop: Belfast will still be here when you get back. Buddy: Will you? Pop: I'm going nowhere you won't find me.
Buddy: But sure, there's only one right answer. Pop: Yea, if that were true, son, people wouldn't be blowing themselves up all over this town.
Billy Clanton: The problem with people like you is that you think you're better than everyone. Pa: The problem with people like you is that you know you're not.
Ma: No wonder you brought us to this. Pa: It's educational for the boys. Ma: Aye. Raquel Welch is a hell of an education.
Buddy: I've had too much God for one day. Ma: Your granny says you can never have too much God, you might need him before too long.
Pa: It's a mad world. Frankie West: Well get used to it, we all live there now.
Buddy: She looks at me sometimes, but we're not allowed to talk in the class, so I can't say anything. And then when we go out to the playground, she always goes off with the other girls. Anyways, I think she loves that other fella. Pop: Ah, you don't know that for sure. Women are very mysterious. Granny: And women can smash your face in, too, mister. Pop: Your granny's become less mysterious over the years.
Buddy: We have to do a project about the moon landing. Pop: What? Those boys not come back from that? Buddy: They did. Now we have to cut things out of the papers, and explain how they got there. Granny: If they did get there, if they did get to the moon. Not what it says here. God doesn't like it.
Buddy: Is it 27? Pop: That's close enough. And now just make sure your numbers aren't very clear to read. She might give you the benefit of the doubt if your seven looks like a one with a fancy tail, right? The same with a two and a six. Right? Keep her guessing. That means you'll have two or three horses in every race. Buddy: Isn't that cheating? Pop: No, well, I'd call it spread betting. And if it gets you moved up by one seat to bask in the light of her glory, then you're off to the races. Buddy: But sure there's only one right answer. Pop: If that were true, son, people wouldn't be blowing themselves up all over this town.
Granny: Them peoples don't give you any bother in that street, do they? Ma: Not at all. Sure, they're friends, they're family, same as us. They just kick with the left foot.
Billy Clanton: We'll keep it simple. You're with us or you're against us. Clock's ticking. You're a soft touch! Time for real Protestants to step up! Pa: Ach, you're no real Protestant. You're a jumped-up gangster and always were.
Pa: And do you know where that is? Sydney. Will: Australia? Pa: Aye, that's right. Do you know about it? Will: Aye. They've got surfing and weird football. And they have kangaroos on the barbecue.
Mr Stewart: Right, Billy, we've no call for fists here. Billy Clanton: Aye? Well, what is it the man says? A fist is only as good or bad as the man using it. Remember that.
Buddy: Was that our side that done all that to them Catholic houses in our street, Daddy? Pa: There is no our side and their side in our street. Or there didn't used to be, anyway. It's all bloody religion. That's the problem. Buddy: Then why are you sending us to church? Pa: Because your granny'd kill me if I didn't.
Buddy: We're going to the pictures. He's taking us to "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang". Granny: What in the name of God is that? Buddy: It's a flying car. Granny: Oh, God, I've heard it all. Buddy: It goes over a cliff, and you nearly fall out of your seat. Do you want to come? It'll be company for you till my Pop's home. Granny: If God had wanted me to see flying cars, I'd have been born with blinking wings. You love your films, don't you? I was a great one for the pictures when I was your age. I used to think you could climb right inside the screen and visit all those strange places you saw. Like that one in that film. What was that, uh...? Uh, "Lost Horizons". Did you ever see that? Buddy: No. What was the name of the place, Granny? Granny: Shangri-La. That's what they called it. Buddy: Did you ever go there? Granny: There were no roads to Shangri-La from our part of Belfast.
Buddy: That was a lot of people that came to see him today. Pa: Aye. He was very popular. And he owed half of them money.
Ma: Put it back I said. Billy Clanton: Hey, woman! We don't put things back. That's not the statement we're trying to make.
Pop: Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. Granny: Oh, is that what does it? Pop: Yeah, well, you don't usually buy your wisdom with a walk in the park. Your heart has to explode.
Pop: When you've gray hair, people think your heart never skipped. Granny: Did yours ever skip? Pop: Aye, it danced a bloody jig every time you walked in the room. Granny: Nah. You were full of it then, and you're full of it now.
Buddy: His work's giving my Dad a house in England now if he wants one. It's got a garden and everything, and two toilets, and they're both inside the house. Pop: There's nothing wrong with an outside toilet, except on an aeroplane.
Pa: We could take trips back. Ma: And pay for it with what, Scotch mist?
Pa: Whoo. You like that? How's that, then, Ginger Rogers, huh? Ma: Whoo. Come on you, Fred Astaire.
Billy Clanton: You know what the problem is with men like you? You think you're better than the rest of us. Pa: And the problem with men like you is you know you're not.
