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Mary Kate Danaher: Father, could I... tell you in the Irish?
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: [distracted, fishing] Sea, sea.
Mary Kate Danaher: [very hesitantly] N?or lig m? m'fhear ch?ile isteach i mo leaba liom ar?ir. Chuir m? fuinneamh air a chodladh i - ?, i m?la codlata! M?la codlata!
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: C?ad ? sin? "Bag?"
Mary Kate Danaher: Sleeping bag, Father, with... with buttons! M?s bre? ?, n?or rith s? ar a shon. An peaca ??
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: [exasperated] Woman, Ireland may be a poor country, God help us. But here, a married man sleeps in a bed, not a bag!
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Pat Cohan: Ah, what a day for Inisfree! On a day like this, I can say only one thing - Gentlemen, the drinks are on the house!
[pub patrons suddenly stop their conversations and stare at him in stunned silence]
Pat Cohan: Well, they are!
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Thornton: [drunk] Woman-of-the-house! I have brought the brother home to supper!
[Throws hat]
Mary Kate Danaher: He is kindly welcome.
"Red Will" Danaher: [also drunk] God bless all in this house...
Mary Kate Danaher: Wipe your feet!
"Red Will" Danaher: Thank you mum!
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Michaleen Flynn: Two women in the house - and one of them a redhead!
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"Red Will" Danaher: Mind you, I'm fresh as a daisy!
Thornton: You look more like a black-eyed Susan to me.
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Mary Kate Danaher: It's a bold one you are! Who gave you leave to be kissin' me?
Thornton: So you can talk!
Mary Kate Danaher: Yes I can, I will and I do! And it's more than talk you'll be gettin' if you step a step closer to me!
Thornton: Don't worry - you've got a wallop!
Mary Kate Danaher: You'll get over it, I'm thinkin'.
Thornton: Well, some things a man doesn't get over so easy.
Mary Kate Danaher: Like what, supposin'?
Thornton: Like the sight of a girl coming through the fields with the sun on her hair... kneeling in church with a face like a saint...
Mary Kate Danaher: Saint indeed!
Thornton: ...and now coming to a man's house to clean it for him.
Mary Kate Danaher: But... that was just my way of bein' a good Christian act.
Thornton: I know it was, Mary Kate Danaher. And it was nice of you.
Mary Kate Danaher: Not at all.
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"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."
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Hugh Forbes: Then, a toast: May their days be long and full of happiness; may their children be many and full of health; and may they live in peace... and freedom.
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Mary Kate Danaher: Could you use a little water in your whiskey?
Michaleen Flynn: When I drink whiskey, I drink whiskey; and when I drink water, I drink water.
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"Red Will" Danaher: He'll regret it till his dying day, if ever he lives that long.
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[last lines]
Michaleen Flynn: No patty-fingers, if you please. The proprieties at all times. Hold on to your hats.
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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.
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Thornton: Si' down, si' down. That's what chairs are for.
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Father Paul: Father! Father Lonergan!
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: [not wanting to disturb the fish] Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh.
Father Paul: It's a big fight in the town!
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Listen, there's a big fight in this fish right here, too.
Father Paul: I'd have put a stop to it, but seeing it's...
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: You do that, lad. It's your duty.
Father Paul: But seeing it was Danaher and Sean Thornton...
[Father Lonergan turns at stares at Father Paul in amazement]
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: WHO?
Father Paul: Danaher and Sean Thornton!
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: WELL WHY THE DEVIL DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? Oh, you young...
[Throws down his fishing rod and the two run back into town. They abruptly stop behind a gate]
Father Paul: Father, shouldn't we put a stop to it now?
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: [relishing the fight from a distance] Ah, we should, lad, yes, we should, it's our duty!
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[first lines]
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Well, then. Now. I'll begin at the beginnin'. A fine soft day in the spring, it was, when the train pulled into Castletown, three hours late as usual, and himself got off. He didn't have the look of an American tourist at all about him. Not a camera on him; what was worse, not even a fishin' rod.
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Thornton: There'll be no locks or bolts between us, Mary Kate... except those in your own mercenary little heart!
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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'?
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Michaleen Flynn: [on seeing the broken bed] Impetuous! Homeric!
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Thornton: If anybody had told me six months ago that today I'd be in a graveyard in Innisfree with a girl like you that I'm just about to kiss, I'd have told 'em...
Mary Kate Danaher: Oh, but the kisses are a long way off yet!
Thornton: Huh?
Mary Kate Danaher: Well, we just started a-courtin', and next month, we, we start the walkin' out, and the month after that there'll be the threshin' parties, and the month after that...
Thornton: Nope.
Mary Kate Danaher: Well, maybe we won't have to wait that month...
Thornton: Yup.
Mary Kate Danaher: ...or for the threshin' parties...
Thornton: Nope.
Mary Kate Danaher: ...or for the walkin' out together...
Thornton: No.
Mary Kate Danaher: ...and so much the worse for you, Sean Thornton, for I feel the same way about it myself!
[They kiss. Thunder rolls]
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Fishwoman with basket at station: Sir!... Sir!... Here's a good stick, to beat the lovely lady.
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Michaleen Flynn: [looking thirsty] I don't suppose that's a drop of anything wet in the house?
"Red Will" Danaher: Help yourself to the buttermilk.
Michaleen Flynn: Buttermilk!
[shudders and in sotto voice]
Michaleen Flynn: . The *Borgias* would do better.
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Thornton: I don't get this. Why do we have to get you along? Back in the States, I'd drive up, honk the horn, the gal'd come runnin'...
Mary Kate Danaher: Come a-runnin'? I'm no woman to be honked at and come a-runnin'!
Michaleen Flynn: America - ha! Prohibition! You see that over there? That's the ancestral home of ancient Flynns. It was taken from us by... by... by the Druids!
[stops the cart]
Michaleen Flynn: Quietest couple I ever heard. We'll get nowhere at this rate. Off with ya!
[Sean tries to help Mary Kate down]
Michaleen Flynn: She's a fine healthy girl - no patty-fingers if ya please!
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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.
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Michaleen Flynn: I have... I have come.
Mary Kate Danaher: Oh, I can see that. But from whose pub was it?
Michaleen Flynn: Pub? Pub? You've a tongue like an adder. I have a good mind to go about me own business and tell Thon Shorton he's better off without ya!
Mary Kate Danaher: Wait a minute, what was that?
Michaleen Flynn: Well be ye listenin' then and not interrupting this shall go on - the matchmakin'... I have come at the request of Thon Shorton...
Mary Kate Danaher: Sean Thorton.
Michaleen Flynn: Shut up.... bachelor and party of the first part, to ask if you, uh - strictly and formally, mind you - eh, Mary Kate Danaher, spinster, and part to the second part.
Mary Kate Danaher: Well. Go on. You were sayin'?
Michaleen Flynn: Actually... me mouth is like a dry crust and the sun is that hot on me pate.
Mary Kate Danaher: Will you be steppin' into the parlor? The house may belong to my brother, but what's in the parlor belongs to me.
Michaleen Flynn: I will then... and I hope there's a bottle there, whoever it belongs to...
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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.
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Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Ah, yes... I knew your people, Sean. Your grandfather; he died in Australia, in a penal colony. And your father, he was a good man too.
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"Red Will" Danaher: So the I.R.A. is in this too, is it?
Hugh Forbes: If it were, Red Will Danaher, not a scorched stone of your fine house would still be standing.
Michaleen Flynn: A beautiful sentiment!
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Description
Sean Thornton is an American who swears off boxing after accidentally killing an opponent. Returning to the Irish town of his birth, he finds happiness when he falls in love with the fiery Mary Kate. Though he is sorely tempted to pick up the gloves again
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Blarney and bliss, mixed in equal proportions. John Wayne plays an American boxer who returns to the Emerald Isle, his native land. What he finds there is a fiery prospective spouse (Maureen O'Hara) and a country greener than any Ireland seen before or since--it's no surprise The Quiet Man won an Oscar for cinematography. It also won an Oscar for John Ford's direction, his fourth such award. The film was a deeply personal project for Ford (whose birth name was Sean Aloysius O'Fearna), and he lavished all of his affection for the Irish landscape and Irish people on this film. He also stages perhaps the greatest donnybrook in the history of movies, an epic fistfight between Wayne and the truculent Victor McLaglen--that's Ford's brother, Francis, as the elderly man on his deathbed who miraculously revives when he hears word of the dustup. Barry Fitzgerald, the original Irish elf, gets the movie's biggest laugh when he walks into the newlyweds' bedroom the morning after their wedding, and spots a broken bed. The look on his face says everything. The Quiet Man isn't the real Ireland, but as a delicious never-never land of Ford's imagination, it will do very nicely. --Robert Horton
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