Ma: I didn't come up the loch in a bubble.
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.
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.
Pop: Belfast will still be here when you get back.
Buddy: Will you?
Pop: I'm going nowhere you won't find me.
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: 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.
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.
Pop: Get yourselves to the moon. London's only one small step for a man.
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: 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.
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: 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.
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.
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.
Auntie Violet: The Irish were born for leavin', otherwise the rest of the world'd have no pubs.
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.
Pop: ...if they can't understand ya, then they're not listening. And that's their problem.
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.
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.
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.
