The Widow Sarah Tillane: So you told him all that, did you? "Red Will" Danaher: That I did. The Widow Sarah Tillane: Down at the pub I suppose, and in front of all those big ears with pints in their fists and pipes in their mouths.
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Fishwoman with basket at station: Sir!... Sir!... Here's a good stick, to beat the lovely lady.
"Red Will" Danaher: He'll regret it till his dying day, if ever he lives that long.
Thornton: There'll be no locks or bolts between us, Mary Kate... except those in your own mercenary little heart!
Michaleen Flynn: No patty-fingers, if you please. The proprieties at all times. Hold on to your hats.
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Now I want youse all to cheer like Protestants!
Michaleen Flynn: Three Our Fathers and three Hail Marys.
Michaleen Flynn: Two women in the house - and one of them a redhead!
Ignatius Feeney: I, I think your in-laws are commin' to pay you visit, Squire darlin'.
Michaleen Flynn: ...and her with her freckles and her temper. Oh, that red head of hers is no lie.
"Red Will" Danaher: I'll let you buy me a drink, at your wake! Ha!
Ignatius Feeney: Is that a bed, or a parade ground? A man would have to be a sprinter to catch his wife in a bed like that.
Michaleen Flynn: I... I Think you have more sense then I have me-self.
Michaleen Flynn: I could tell you blood curdling stories about him but, but me throat, me throat's gone dry.
Reverend Cyril Playfair: Oh by the way, *don't* underestimate Danaher... he may be clumsy, but he has a tremendous right and a jaw of granite.
Thornton: Si' down, si' down. That's what chairs are for.
Michaleen Flynn: And Mary Kate Danaher dippin' her fingers in as neat as you please.
Father Peter Lonergan: When the Reverend Mr Playfair comes down, I want us all to cheer like Protestants.
Michaleen Flynn: Heh, heh. You're a well-propertied woman. I wouldn't mind marrying ye myself.
Fishwoman with basket at station: Sir!... Sir!... Here's a good stick, to beat the lovely lady.
Michaleen Flynn: Impetuous! Homeric!
"Red Will" Danaher: He'll regret it till his dying day, if ever he lives that long.
Thornton: There'll be no locks or bolts between us, Mary Kate... except those in your own mercenary little heart!
Michaleen Flynn: No patty-fingers, if you please. The proprieties at all times. Hold on to your hats.
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Now I want youse all to cheer like Protestants!
Michaleen Flynn: Three Our Fathers and three Hail Marys.
Michaleen Flynn: Two women in the house - and one of them a redhead!
Ignatius Feeney: I, I think your in-laws are commin' to pay you visit, Squire darlin'.
Michaleen Flynn: ...and her with her freckles and her temper. Oh, that red head of hers is no lie.
"Red Will" Danaher: I'll let you buy me a drink, at your wake! Ha!
Ignatius Feeney: Is that a bed, or a parade ground? A man would have to be a sprinter to catch his wife in a bed like that.
Michaleen Flynn: I could tell you blood curdling stories about him but, but me throat, me throat's gone dry.
Thornton: Thanks.
Thornton: Si' down, si' down. That's what chairs are for.
Michaleen Flynn: And Mary Kate Danaher dippin' her fingers in as neat as you please.
Michaleen Flynn: I... I Think you have more sense then I have me-self.
Reverend Cyril Playfair: Oh by the way, *don't* underestimate Danaher... he may be clumsy, but he has a tremendous right and a jaw of granite.
Mary Kate Danaher: Could you use a little water in your whiskey? Michaleen Flynn: When I drink whiskey, I drink whiskey; and when I drink water, I drink water.
Mary Kate Danaher: Father, could I... tell you in the Irish? Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Sea, sea. Mary Kate Danaher: Níor lig mé m'fhear chéile isteach i mo leaba liom aréir. Chuir mé fuinneamh air a chodladh i - Ó, i mála codlata! Mála codlata! Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Céad é sin? "Bag?" Mary Kate Danaher: Sleeping bag, Father, with... with buttons! Más breá é, níor rith sé ar a shon. An peaca é? Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Woman, Ireland may be a poor country, God help us. But here, a married man sleeps in a bed, not a bag!
Mary Kate Danaher: What manner of man is it that I have married? Hugh Forbes: A better one, I think, than you know, Mary Kate.
"Red Will" Danaher: I'll count three, and if you're not out of the house by then, I'll loose the dogs on you. Thornton: If you say "three," mister, you'll never hear the man count "ten."
Thornton: If anybody had told me six months ago that today I'd be in a graveyard in Innisfree with a girl like you that I'm just about to kiss, I'd have told 'em... Mary Kate Danaher: Oh, but the kisses are a long way off yet! Thornton: Huh? Mary Kate Danaher: Well, we just started a-courtin', and next month, we, we start the walkin' out, and the month after that there'll be the threshin' parties, and the month after that... Thornton: Nope. Mary Kate Danaher: Well, maybe we won't have to wait that month... Thornton: Yup. Mary Kate Danaher: ...or for the threshin' parties... Thornton: Nope. Mary Kate Danaher: ...or for the walkin' out together... Thornton: No. Mary Kate Danaher: ...and so much the worse for you, Sean Thornton, for I feel the same way about it myself!
Mary Kate Danaher: I have a fearful temper. You might as well know about it now instead of findin' out about it later. We Danahers are a fightin' people. Thornton: I can think of a lot of things I'd rather do to one of the Danahers - Miss Danaher. Mary Kate Danaher: Shhh, Mr. Thornton! What will Mr. Flynn be thinkin'?
"Red Will" Danaher: Mind you, I'm fresh as a daisy! Thornton: You look more like a Black-Eyed Susan to me.
Thornton: I don't get this. Why do we have to get you along? Back in the States, I'd drive up, honk the horn, the gal'd come runnin'... Mary Kate Danaher: Come a-runnin'? I'm no woman to be honked at and come a-runnin'! Michaleen Flynn: America - ha! Prohibition! You see that over there? That's the ancestral home of ancient Flynns. It was taken from us by... by... by the Druids! Michaleen Flynn: Quietest couple I ever heard. We'll get nowhere at this rate. Off with ya! Michaleen Flynn: She's a fine healthy girl - no patty-fingers if ya please!
Father Paul: Father! Father Lonergan! Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh. Father Paul: It's a big fight in the town! Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Listen, there's a big fight in this fish right here, too. Father Paul: I'd have put a stop to it, but seeing it's... Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: You do that, lad. It's your duty. Father Paul: But seeing it was Danaher and Sean Thornton... Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: WHO? Father Paul: Danaher and Sean Thornton! Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: WELL WHY THE DEVIL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? Oh, you young... Father Paul: Father, shouldn't we put a stop to it now? Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Ah, we should, lad, yes, we should, it's our duty!
Michaleen Flynn: I don't suppose there's a drop of anything wet in the house? "Red Will" Danaher: Help yourself to the buttermilk. Michaleen Flynn: Buttermilk! Michaleen Flynn: The *Borgias* would do better.
Michaleen Flynn: I have... I have come. Mary Kate Danaher: Oh, I can see that. But from whose pub was it? Michaleen Flynn: Pub? Pub? You've the face of an angel with the tongue of an adder. I have a good mind to go about me own business and tell Thon Shorton he's better off without ya! Mary Kate Danaher: Wait a minute, what was that? Michaleen Flynn: Well ye be listenin' then and not interrupting the shockelhorn - the matchmaker... I have come at the request of Thon Shorton... Mary Kate Danaher: Sean Thornton. Michaleen Flynn: Shut up... bachelor and party of the first part, to ask if you, uh - strictly informally, mind you - eh, Mary Kate Danaher, spinster, and party of the second part. Mary Kate Danaher: Well. Go on. You were sayin'? Michaleen Flynn: Actually... me mouth is like a dry crust and the sun is that hot on me pate. Mary Kate Danaher: Will you be steppin' into the parlor? The house may belong to my brother, but what's in the parlor belongs to me. Michaleen Flynn: I will then... and I hope there's a bottle there, whoever it belongs to...
Anglican Bishop: Is that a public house? Reverend Cyril Playfair: Yes, Your Lordship. Anglican Bishop: And are they going in? Reverend Cyril Playfair: Yes, Your Lordship. Anglican Bishop: Does that mean the fight is over? Reverend Cyril Playfair: No, Your Lordship; it's just the end of round one.
Thornton: Can't you get it through your head that I don't care about your money? Mary Kate Danaher: But he does, and that's the whole point!
"Red Will" Danaher: If you've come for supper, you're late. Michaleen Flynn: A gracious invitation, but, thank you, no.
The Widow Sarah Tillane: So you told him all that, did you? "Red Will" Danaher: That I did. The Widow Sarah Tillane: Down at the pub I suppose, and in front of all those big ears with pints in their fists and pipes in their mouths.
"Red Will" Danaher: Father? Little Flynn? Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Well, I can't say it's true, and I won't say it's not, but there's been talk.
Mary Kate Danaher: Father, could I... tell you in the Irish? Father Peter Lonergan: Sea, sea. Mary Kate Danaher: Níor lig mé m'fhear chéile isteach i mo leaba liom aréir. Chuir mé fuinneamh air a chodladh i - Ó, i mála codlata! Mála codlata! Father Peter Lonergan: Céad é sin? "Bag?" Mary Kate Danaher: Sleeping bag, Father, with... with buttons! Más breá é, níor rith sé ar a shon. An peaca é? Father Peter Lonergan: Woman, Ireland may be a poor country, God help us. But here, a married man sleeps in a bed, not a bag!
"Red Will" Danaher: He'll regret it 'til his dying day, if ever he lives that long.
Father Peter Lonergan: Now, I want youse all to cheer like Protestants!
Sean Thornton: There'll be no locks or bolts between us, Mary Kate... except those in your own mercenary little heart!
"Red Will" Danaher: I'll count three, and if you're not out of the house by then, I'll loose the dogs on you. Sean Thornton: If you say "three," mister, you'll never hear the man count "ten."
"Red Will" Danaher: Mind you, I'm fresh as a daisy! Sean Thornton: You look more like a Black-Eyed Susan to me.
Father Paul: Father! Father Lonergan! Father Peter Lonergan: Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh. Father Paul: It's a big fight in the town! Father Peter Lonergan: Listen, there's a big fight in this fish right here, too. Father Paul: I'd have put a stop to it, but seeing it's... Father Peter Lonergan: You do that, lad. It's your duty. Father Paul: But seeing it was Danaher and Sean Thornton... Father Peter Lonergan: WHO? Father Paul: Danaher and Sean Thornton! Father Peter Lonergan: WELL WHY THE DEVIL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? Oh, you young... Father Paul: Father, shouldn't we put a stop to it now? Father Peter Lonergan: Ah, we should, lad; yes, we should, it's our duty!
Sean Thornton: If anybody had told me six months ago that today I'd be in a graveyard in Innisfree with a girl like you that I'm just about to kiss, I'd have told 'em... Mary Kate Danaher: Oh, but the kisses are a long way off yet! Sean Thornton: Huh? Mary Kate Danaher: Well, we just started a-courtin', and next month, we, we start the walkin' out, and the month after that there'll be the threshin' parties, and the month after that... Sean Thornton: Nope. Mary Kate Danaher: Well, maybe we won't have to wait that month... Sean Thornton: Yup. Mary Kate Danaher: ... or for the threshin' parties... Sean Thornton: Nope. Mary Kate Danaher: ... or for the walkin' out together... Sean Thornton: No. Mary Kate Danaher: ... and so much the worse for you, Sean Thornton, for I feel the same way about it myself!
Sean Thornton: I don't get this. Why do we have to get you along? Back in the States, I'd drive up, honk the horn, the gal'd come runnin'... Mary Kate Danaher: Come a-runnin'? I'm no woman to be honked at and come a-runnin'! Michaleen Flynn: America - ha! Prohibition! You see that over there? That's the ancestral home of ancient Flynns. It was taken from us by... by... by the Druids! Michaleen Flynn: Quietest couple I ever heard. We'll get nowhere at this rate. Off with ya! Michaleen Flynn: She's a fine healthy girl - no patty-fingers if ya please!
Mary Kate Danaher: I have a fearful temper. You might as well know about it now instead of findin' out about it later. We Danahers are a fightin' people. Sean Thornton: I can think of a lot of things I'd rather do to one of the Danahers - Miss Danaher. Mary Kate Danaher: Shhh, Mr. Thornton! What will Mr. Flynn be thinkin'?
Sean Thornton: Can't you get it through your head that I don't care about your money? Mary Kate Danaher: But he does, and that's the whole point!
Sean Thornton: Si' down, si' down. That's what chairs are for.
"Red Will" Danaher: Father? Little Flynn? Father Peter Lonergan: Well, I can't say it's true, and I won't say it's not, but there's been talk.
