The Quiet Man (1952)
Barry Fitzgerald: Michaleen Oge Flynn
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Quotes
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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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Michaleen Flynn : [on seeing the broken bed] Impetuous! Homeric!
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Michaleen Flynn : Easy now, easy now. This a courtin', not a donnybrook. Have the good manners not to hit the man until he's your husband and until he can hit you back.
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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.
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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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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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Michaleen Flynn : Two women in the house - and one of them a redhead!
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Michaleen Flynn : [Looking at the reverend] Three Our Fathers and three Hail Marys.
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Michaleen Flynn : [looking thirsty] I don't suppose there'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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Michaleen Flynn : ...and her with her freckles and her temper. Oh, that red head of hers is no lie.
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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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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 the face of an angel with the tongue of 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 ye be listenin' then and not interrupting the shockelhorn - the matchmaker... I have come at the request of Thon Shorton...
Mary Kate Danaher : Sean Thornton.
Michaleen Flynn : Shut up... bachelor and party of the first part, to ask if you, uh - strictly informally, mind you - eh, Mary Kate Danaher, spinster, and party of 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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"Red Will" Danaher : So the I.R.A.'s in this too, huh?
Hugh Forbes : If it were, Red Will Danaher, not a scorched stone 'o your fine house'd be standin'.
Michaleen Flynn : A beautiful sentiment!
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Michaleen Flynn : [Chasing Sean and Mary Kate on horse, the horse instinctively stops in front of Cohan's Bar. Talking to horse] I... I Think you have more sense then I have me-self.
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"Red Will" Danaher : If you've come for supper, you're late.
Michaleen Flynn : A gracious invitation, but, thank you, no.
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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.
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Michaleen Flynn : I could tell you blood curdling stories about him but, but me throat, me throat's gone dry.
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Michaleen Flynn : And Mary Kate Danaher dippin' her fingers in as neat as you please.
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Ignatius Feeney : A pound on Thornton against the Squire!
Michaleen Flynn : Go away, ye traiter, ya!
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Michaleen Flynn : Sean, this is Father Lonergan. Father, would you believe it? This is Sean Thornton, born right here in Innisfree, home from America.
Thornton : Hello Father.
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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Thornton : [Seeing Mary Kate Danaher in the distance] Hey, is that real? She couldn't be.
Michaleen Flynn : Ah, nonsense, man. It's only a mirage brought on by your terrible thirst.
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Michaleen Flynn : Heh, heh. You're a well-propertied woman. I wouldn't mind marrying ye myself.