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.
Pop: Belfast will still be here when you get back.
Buddy: Will you?
Pop: I'm going nowhere you won't find me.
Buddy: God. This takes ages. No wonder they call it long division.
Buddy: Was that our side that done all that to them Catholic houses in our street, Daddy?
Pa: There is no our side and their side in our street. Or there didn't used to be, anyway. It's all bloody religion. That's the problem.
Buddy: Then why are you sending us to church?
Pa: Because your granny'd kill me if I didn't.
Mr Stewart: Right, Billy, we've no call for fists here.
Billy Clanton: Aye? Well, what is it the man says? A fist is only as good or bad as the man using it. Remember that.
Auntie Violet: All the Irish need to survive is a phone, a Guinness and the sheet music to "Danny Boy."
Billy Clanton: Folks always have a problem with change. But you'd better get used to it, mister. People like me run this town now. And it's people like you that bring us all down.
Pop: You know who you are, don't you?
Buddy: Yes, Pop.
Pop: You're Buddy from Belfast 15, where everybody knows you and your pop looks out for you and your mummy looks out for you, your daddy looks out for you, your granny looks out for you, your brother looks out for you, and the whole family looks out for you. And wherever you go and whatever you become, that'll always be the truth. And that thought will keep you safe. It'll keep you happy... Will you remember that for me?
Buddy: Yes, Pop.
Granny: Them peoples don't give you any bother in that street, do they?
Ma: Not at all. Sure, they're friends, they're family, same as us. They just kick with the left foot.
Pa: Aren't you a silver-tongued charmer.
Mrs Ford: It takes one to know one.
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.