Michaleen Flynn: None 'o that now, none 'o that. It's a bold sinful man y'are Sean Thornton. And who taught you to be playin' patty-fingers in the Holy Water?
Thornton: Just bein' polite, is all.
Ignatius Feeney: A pound on Thornton against the Squire.
Michaleen Flynn: Go away, ye traiter, ya.
Fishwoman with basket at station: Sir... Sir... Here's a good stick, to beat the lovely lady.
Michaleen Flynn: Is this a courting or a donnybrook? Have the good manners not to hit the man until he's your husband and entitled to hit you back.
Michaleen Flynn: Well it's a nice, soft night, so I think I'll go and join me comrades and talk a little treason. G'night, Sean.
Thornton: G'night, Michaleen.
Michaleen Flynn: ...and her with her freckles and her temper. Oh, that red head of hers is no lie.
"Red Will" Danaher: I'll let you buy me a drink, at your wake! Ha.
"Red Will" Danaher: He'll regret it till his dying day, if ever he lives that long.
Mary Kate Danaher: What manner of man is it that I have married?
Hugh Forbes: A better one, I think, than you know, Mary Kate.
Michaleen Flynn: Two women in the house - and one of them a redhead.
Ignatius Feeney: Is that a bed, or a parade ground? A man would have to be a sprinter to catch his wife in a bed like that.
Thornton: There'll be no locks or bolts between us, Mary Kate... except those in your own mercenary little heart.
Michaleen Flynn: He's a nice, quiet, peace-loving man, come home to Ireland to forget his troubles. Sure, yes, yes, he's a millionare, you know, like all the Yanks. But he's eccentric - ooh, he is eccentric! Wait 'til I show ya... his bag to sleep in - a sleeping bag, he calls it! Here, let me show you how it operates.
Thornton: Si' down, si' down. That's what chairs are for.
Michaleen Flynn: I could tell you blood curdling stories about him but, but me throat, me throat's gone dry.
Mary Kate Danaher: I have a fearful temper. You might as well know about it now instead of findin' out about it later. We Danahers are a fightin' people.
Thornton: I can think of a lot of things I'd rather do to one of the Danahers - Miss Danaher.
Mary Kate Danaher: Shhh, Mr. Thornton! What will Mr. Flynn be thinkin'?
"Red Will" Danaher: I'll count three, and if you're not out of the house by then, I'll loose the dogs on you.
Thornton: If you say "three," mister, you'll never hear the man count "ten."
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Now I want youse all to cheer like Protestants.