Quotes

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Georgina: Try and remember that sometimes it's nice to meet people who don't know your auntie. Diner Waiter: I hope that when I go through the pearly gates, the first sound I hear is you asking me for the bill in that lovely Irish brogue.

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Eilis: I wish that I could stop feeling that I want to be an Irish girl in Ireland. Father Flood: It will pass. Homesickness is like most sicknesses. It will make you feel wretched, and then it will move on to someone else.

Dialogue

Tony: OK, so while you're being amenable. Can we go see a movie this week? When you're not at night classes? Eilis: I'll sign up for two movies. Tony: Really? Eilis: Yes. Even if the first date is a disaster, I'll give it another chance.

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Eilis: You remember that after I had dinner at your house, you told me that you loved me? [Tony nods, somber and nervous] Well, I didn't really know what to say. But I know what to say now. I have thought about you and I like you, and I like seeing you, and maybe I feel the same way. So the next time you tell me you love me, if there is a next time, I'll, I'll say I love you too. Tony: Are you serious? Eilis: Yes. Tony: Holy shit! Excuse my language, but I thought we were going to have a different kind of talk. You mean it? Eilis: I mean it.

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Frankie: So, first of all, I should say that we don't like Irish people. [general cries of outrage around the table] We don't! That is a well known fact! A big gang of Irish beat Maurizio up and he had to have stitches. And because the cops round here are Irish, nobody did anything about it. Maurizio: There are probably two sides to it. I might have said something I shouldn't, I can't remember now. Anyway, they probably weren't all Irish. Frankie: They just had red hair and big legs.

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Diana: It's not politics, to talk about eye operations. Mrs. Keogh: It is if the eyes belong to a politician.

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Patty: Do you have sunglasses? Eilis: [alarmed] No. Sheila: You need sunglasses. I read that if you don't have them on the beach this year people will talk about you. Mrs. Keogh: [witheringly] And what will they say, exactly, Sheila? Dolores: That's the thing, Mrs Kehoe. You'd never know, because they'd never say it to your face.