"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 freedom.

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!