Paddy Conlon: The devil you know.
Tom Conlon: ...is better than the devil you don't.
Paddy Conlon: Listen to me. I thought maybe we could break bread. You know, just open some lines of communication.
Brendan Conlon: You got two lines of communication. You got the telephone and the post office.
Paddy Conlon: Ahab! You Godless sonofabitch! You stop the ship, you Godless sonofabitch.
Paddy Conlon: I've got a thousand days. A thousand days sober today.
Brendan Conlon: Well, that's great, Pop. But it doesn't change anything.
Paddy Conlon: What do you mean it doesn't change anything? Have a heart, Brendan.
Brendan Conlon: You listen to me. You take your have-a-heart bullshit and you run it down the road. Run it out on someone who doesn't know you like I do.
Brendan Conlon: You never had any interest in underdogs. But I was your son.
Paddy Conlon: You are my son, Brendan.
Brendan Conlon: Am I?
Paddy Conlon: Yeah, you are. I'm just asking you if can find... find a little bit of space in your heart to forgive me a little bit.
Brendan Conlon: Yeah? All right, I forgive you.
Paddy Conlon: Okay.
Brendan Conlon: But I do not trust you.
Tom Conlon: Not much of a woman's touch around here.
Paddy Conlon: No women for me anymore, Tommy.
Tom Conlon: Yeah. Must be tough to find a girl who could take a punch nowadays.
