The Banshees of Inisherin2022

Colm Doherty:
I was too harsh yesterday.

Pádraic Súilleabháin:
Yesterday, he says! I know well you was too harsh yesterday.

Colm Doherty:
I just... I just have this tremendous sense of time slipping away on me, Padraic. And I think I need to spend the time I have left thinking and composing. Just trying not to listen to any more of the dull things you have to say for yourself. But I am sorry about it. I am, like.

Pádraic Súilleabháin:
Are you dying?

Colm Doherty:
No, I'm not dying.

Pádraic Súilleabháin:
But then you have loads of time.

Colm Doherty:
For chatting?

Pádraic Súilleabháin:
Aye.

Colm Doherty:
For aimless chatting?

Pádraic Súilleabháin:
Not for aimless chatting. For good, normal chatting.

Colm Doherty:
So we'll keep aimlessly chatting and my life will keep on dwindling. And in 12 years, I'll die with nothin' to show for it, bar the chats I've had with a limited man, is that it?

Pádraic Súilleabháin:
I said, "not aimless chatting" I said "Good, normal chatting."

Colm Doherty:
The other night, two hours, you spent talking to me about the things you found in your little donkey's shite that day. Two hours, Padraic. I timed it.

Pádraic Súilleabháin:
Well it wasn't me little donkey's shite, was it? It was me pony's shite. Which shows how much you were listenin'.

Colm Doherty:
None of it helps me. Do you understand? None of it helps me.

[Colm leaves]

Pádraic Súilleabháin:
We'll just talk about something else, then!