Brooklyn

Eilis Lacey:
I'd forgotten what this town is like. What were you planning to do, Miss Kelly? Keep me away from Jim? Stop me from going back to America? Perhaps you didn't even know. Perhaps it was enough for you to know that you could ruin me. My name is Eilis Fiorello.

Madge Keogh:
I'll tell you this much: I am going to ask Father Flood to preach a sermon on the dangers of giddiness. I now see that giddiness is the eighth deadly sin. A giddy girl is every bit as evil as a slothful man, and the noise she makes is a lot worse. Now, enough.

Eilis:
I wish that I could stop feeling that I want to be an Irish girl in Ireland.

Father Flood:
It will pass. Homesickness is like most sicknesses. It will make you feel wretched, and then it will move on to someone else.

Tony:
OK, so while you're being amenable. Can we go see a movie this week? When you're not at night classes?

Eilis:
I'll sign up for two movies.

Tony:
Really?

Eilis:
Yes. Even if the first date is a disaster, I'll give it another chance.

Eilis:
You remember that after I had dinner at your house, you told me that you loved me? [Tony nods, somber and nervous] Well, I didn't really know what to say. But I know what to say now. I have thought about you and I like you, and I like seeing you, and maybe I feel the same way. So the next time you tell me you love me, if there is a next time, I'll, I'll say I love you too.

Tony:
Are you serious?

Eilis:
Yes.

Tony:
Holy sh*t! Excuse my language, but I thought we were going to have a different kind of talk. You mean it?

Eilis:
I mean it.

Frankie:
So, first of all, I should say that we don't like Irish people. [general cries of outrage around the table] We don't! That is a well known fact! A big gang of Irish beat Maurizio up and he had to have stitches. And because the cops round here are Irish, nobody did anything about it.

Maurizio:
There are probably two sides to it. I might have said something I shouldn't, I can't remember now. Anyway, they probably weren't all Irish.

Frankie:
They just had red hair and big legs.

Diana:
It's not politics, to talk about eye operations.

Mrs. Keogh:
It is if the eyes belong to a politician.

Patty:
Do you have sunglasses?

Eilis:
[alarmed] No.

Sheila:
You need sunglasses. I read that if you don't have them on the beach this year people will talk about you.

Mrs. Keogh:
[witheringly] And what will they say, exactly, Sheila?

Dolores:
That's the thing, Mrs Kehoe. You'd never know, because they'd never say it to your face.

Eilis Lacey:
You have to think like an American. You'll feel so homesick that you'll want to die, and there's nothing you can do about it apart from endure it. But you will, and it won't kill you. And one day, the sun will come out you might not even notice straight away-it'll be that faint. And then you'll catch yourself thinking about something or someone who has no connection with the past. Someone who's only yours.And you'll realize that this is where your life is.

Eilis Lacey:
You're the prettiest girl in County Wexford. You should be able to choose any man you want. And we're hoping that George Sheridan from the rugby club looks your way.

Madge Keogh:
Diana's right, though, Eilis. You need to think carefully about your costume. It's the most Tony will ever have seen of you. You don't want to put him off.

Madge Keogh:
I'll thank you to keep His name out of a conversation about nylons, thank you very much. He might be everywhere, but He's not in Bartocci's on sale day.

Georgina:
Try and remember that sometimes it's nice to meet people who don't know your auntie.

Diner Waiter:
I hope that when I go through the pearly gates, the first sound I hear is you asking me for the bill in that lovely Irish brogue.