Ma: I didn't come up the loch in a bubble.
Buddy: Daddy, do you think me and that wee girl have a future?
Pa: Well, why the heck not?
Buddy: You know she's Catholic?
Pa: ... That wee girl can be a practicing Hindu, or a Southern Baptist, or a vegetarian Antichrist, but if she's kind, and she's fair and you two respect each other, she and her people are welcome in our house any day of the week. Agreed?
Granny: Well, them curries, I tried one once. I had to wear a nappy for a week.
Buddy: Every night, before I go to sleep, when I say my prayers, I ask God if He could fix it so that when I wake up in the morning, I'm the best footballer in the world.
Buddy: And then I also ask another thing as well. That when I grow up. Can I marry Katherine? Even if she loves Ronnie Boyd. But she could still see 'im. But she'd marry me. That's what I want.
Pop: ...if they can't understand ya, then they're not listening. And that's their problem.
Pa: What's yours is mine, and what's mine's my own.
Buddy: Granny says that. What does that even mean?
Pa: You'll find out.
Pop: Women are very mysterious.
Granny: And women can smash your face in, too, mister.
Pop: Your granny's become less mysterious over the years.
Buddy: I've had too much God for one day.
Ma: Your granny says you can never have too much God, you might need him before too long.
Buddy: That was a lot of people that came to see him today.
Pa: Aye. He was very popular. And he owed half of them money.
Pop: Get yourselves to the moon. London's only one small step for a man.
Billy Clanton: The problem with people like you is that you think you're better than everyone.
Pa: The problem with people like you is that you know you're not.
Buddy: But sure, there's only one right answer.
Pop: Yea, if that were true, son, people wouldn't be blowing themselves up all over this town.
Moira: You can tell them by their names.
Buddy: How?
Moira: Well, if he's a Patrick or a Sean, he's a Catholic, and if he's a Billy or a William, he's a Protestant.
Buddy: There's more names than that, though.
Moira: I know that. I'm just saying, them's the obvious ones.
Buddy: What about Maurice?
Moira: Uh, don't know.
Pa: Ach, you're no real Protestant. You're a jumped-up gangster and always were.
Minister: So do not say in grief that you are sorry he is gone, but rather, say in thankfulness you are grateful he was here.
Pa: You let them go now.
Billy Clanton: No, I think if I do, one of them soldiers is gonna take my head off.
Pa: If they don't, I will.
Pop: When you've gray hair, people think your heart never skipped.
Granny: Did yours ever skip?
Pop: Aye, it danced a bloody jig every time you walked in the room.
Granny: Nah. You were full of it then, and you're full of it now.
Frankie West: It's a waiting game now. When it's time for that wall to come down, I'll be the first to swing a hammer, but now? They also serve who stand and wait. We can't all be acting the Lone Ranger.
Pa: Be good. And if you can't be good.
Buddy: Be careful.
Auntie Violet: The Irish were born for leavin', otherwise the rest of the world'd have no pubs.
