Granny: Well, them curries, I tried one once. I had to wear a nappy for a week.
Pa: Aren't you a silver-tongued charmer.
Mrs Ford: It takes one to know one.
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.
Auntie Violet: All the Irish need to survive is a phone, a Guinness and the sheet music to "Danny Boy."
Buddy: God. This takes ages. No wonder they call it long division.
Pa: Be good. And if you can't be good.
Buddy: Be careful.
Pa: Ach, you're no real Protestant. You're a jumped-up gangster and always were.
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: 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.
