Black Irish

Cole McKay:
[about their father's prognosis] What's you problem, Terry, Don't you feel anything?

Terry McKay:
Yeah. Relief.

Desmond McKay:
[Tricks the dog to run away] Who's the king now, eh? Who's the king?

Terry McKay:
[Glares at his brother] Get out back and start pushing.

Desmond McKay:
[Hits his son] Don't ever humiliate me like that again! You understand?

Coach:
[briefly looks to the side] Genealogy, [looks at Cole] you know what that is?

Cole McKay:
[unsure grimace]... yeah.

Coach:
[after a pause] Part of the family tree. Ah, good or bad, ya come from the family ya come from.

Coach:
[after a pause] I knew your father... growing up. Hell, anyone back then who knew anything about baseball, heard of him.

Coach:
He had a gift... and he just threw it away. So I'm gonna keep my eye on you.

Officer:
[Desmond has taken his son out of the station] Be easy on the boy. You don't want a second Terry.

Desmond McKay:
[Angry and sarcastic] Right. Thanks for that enlightenment!

Desmond McKay:
[Glances at the crucifix on the wall] What are you lookin' at? [sitting on side of hospital bed] Don't look too bad up there. Oh, no, looks peaceful... nice and quiet.

Desmond McKay:
No disappointed wife, no kids driving you up the wall... ah, people admire you. How bout we switch? I'll go up on the cross, and you come down here and live in South Boston.

Joey:
[about Desmond's job] Just because he don't like it doesn't mean it ain't honourable.

Kathleen McKay:
[Glances sadly at her brother] I'm sorry I got you out of St. Marks.

Desmond McKay:
I'm tired of it all. Just tired of it!

Cole McKay:
I thought I'd work as a waiter. For now.

Father Magruder:
You've been such a promising student. Exemplary in all ways. And now you'd prefer to serve hamburgers instead of God?

Desmond McKay:
[home from his date] That was quick. You should have chewed your food slower.

Cole McKay:
It didn't go too well.

Desmond McKay:
Didn't get any, huh?

Cole McKay:
No... I killed her bird.

Desmond McKay:
That's a new expression on me. That's not exactly a good thing, is it?

Cole McKay:
No dad, I literally killed her bird.

Desmond McKay:
How long we talking?

Doctor:
It's hard to say. Have you put your affairs in order?

Desmond McKay:
My affairs? [sarcastically] Oh sure, doc, sure. Taxes all paid up, college fund all set up for all the kids. Margaret, she's a beneficiary on a huge insurance policy I've been contributing to since day one. Everything's squared away.

Doctor:
You given any consideration to quitting drinking?

Desmond McKay:
Why? So when I'm putting my affairs in order I can see how f***ed up they are?

Officer:
Where do you boys think you're going?

Cole McKay:
Probably to jail.

Desmond McKay:
Baseball is exactly like life. The majority of the time absolutely nothing happens. And then, certain moments and certain days, you get all the glory in the world, or all the sh*t.

Terry McKay:
We're family, you and me. Black Irish. But you, you're more like black licorice. You're soft and sweet, and hollow on the inside.

Cole McKay:
We may be brothers, but I'm nothing like you.

[last lines]

Cole McKay:
[winds up and pitches with his father watching for the first time]

Umpire:
Strike!