Quiet Man

"Red Will" Danaher:
He'll regret it till his dying day, if ever he lives that long.

"Red Will" Danaher:
Si' down, si' down. That's what chairs are for.

"Red Will" Danaher:
Mind you, I'm fresh as a daisy!

Thornton:
You look more like a black-eyed Susan to me.

Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator:
Ah, yes... I knew your people, Sean. Your grandfather; he died in Australia, in a penal colony. And your father, he was a good man too.

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.

Hugh Forbes:
Then, a toast: May their days be long and full of happiness; may their children be many and full of health; and may they live in peace... and freedom.

Thornton:
There'll be no locks or bolts between us, Mary Kate... except those in your own mercenary little heart!

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.

Mary Kate Danaher:
It's a bold one you are! Who gave you leave to be kissin' me?

Thornton:
So you can talk!

Mary Kate Danaher:
Yes I can, I will and I do! And it's more than talk you'll be gettin' if you step a step closer to me!

Thornton:
Don't worry - you've got a wallop!

Mary Kate Danaher:
You'll get over it, I'm thinkin'.

Thornton:
Well, some things a man doesn't get over so easy.

Mary Kate Danaher:
Like what, supposin'?

Thornton:
Like the sight of a girl coming through the fields with the sun on her hair... kneeling in church with a face like a saint...

Mary Kate Danaher:
Saint indeed!

Thornton:
...and now coming to a man's house to clean it for him.

Mary Kate Danaher:
But... that was just my way of bein' a good Christian act.

Thornton:
I know it was, Mary Kate Danaher. And it was nice of you.

Mary Kate Danaher:
Not at all.

"Red Will" Danaher:
So the I.R.A. is in this too, is it?

Hugh Forbes:
If it were, Red Will Danaher, not a scorched stone of your fine house would still be standing.

Michaleen Flynn:
A beautiful sentiment!

Michaleen Flynn:
He's a nice, quiet, peace-loving man, come home to Ireland to forget his troubles. Sure, yes, yes, he's a millionare, you know, like all the Yanks. But he's eccentric - ooh, he is eccentric! Wait 'til I show ya... his bag to sleep in - a sleeping bag, he calls it! Here, let me show you how it operates.

"Red Will" Danaher:
Hey, Yank! 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!

"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."

Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator:
Well, then. Now. I'll begin at the beginnin'. A fine soft day in the spring, it was, when the train pulled into Castletown, three hours late as usual, and himself got off. He didn't have the look of an American tourist at all about him. Not a camera on him; what was worse, not even a fishin' rod.

Michaleen Flynn:
No patty-fingers, if you please. The proprieties at all times. Hold on to your hats.

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.

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'?

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 thrashin' 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 thrashin' 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!

Michaleen Flynn:
Two women in the house - and one of them a redhead!

Fishwoman with basket at station:
Sir!... Sir!... Here's a good stick, to beat the lovely lady.

Michaleen Flynn:
Is this a courting or a donnybrook? Have the good manners not to hit the man until he's your husband and entitled to hit you back.