"Red Will" Danaher: He'll regret it till his dying day, if ever he
lives that long.
"Red Will" Danaher: Si' down, si' down. That's what chairs are for.
Danaher: Mind you, I'm fresh as a daisy!
Thornton: You look more like a black-eyed Susan to me.
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.
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.
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
Thornton: There'll be no locks or bolts between us, Mary Kate... except those in
your own mercenary little heart!
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!
fisherwoman 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: [on seeing the broken bed] Impetuous! Homeric!