Quotes

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Eamon de Valera: Wait, Michael, wait... Michael Collins: Till when? Eamon de Valera: Until the next time. Harry Boland: What happens next time? Michael Collins: We won't play by their rules, Harry. We'll invent our own.

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Cathal Brugha: The Minister is as usual exceeding his brief! Michael Collins: And what is my brief, Cathal? Cathal Brugha: Intelligence. Michael Collins: Bullshit! I'm Minister for Gun-Running, Daylight Robbery, and General Mayhem!

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Harry Boland: Oh, did you hear there's a butterfly been seen in West Clare? Its wings are green, white, and yellow. Michael Collins: Oh, God! Harry Boland: The lads say it's a sign. Michael Collins: Sign? My... fuck it! Harry Boland: I'm tellin' ya. Michael Collins: You know the problem with butterflies? Kitty Kiernan: What's that? Michael Collins: They only last one day. Harry Boland: Aye, but what a day, Mick!

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Eamon de Valera: If we are to negotiate as a legitimate government, our armed forces must act like a legitimate army. Michael Collins: What, exactly, do you mean, Dev? Eamon de Valera: I mean large scale engagements. Michael Collins: You mean, like, in 1916? The great, heroic, ethical failure. All marchin' in step towards slaughter. Why don't we save them all the bother and blow our own brains out?! Cathal Brugha: How dare you! Michael Collins: How do you think we even got them to this point? Where they'll even consider talking? We brought them to their knees the only way we could! Eamon de Valera: They call us murderers. Michael Collins: War is murder! Sheer bloody murder! If you'd been here for the past year, you'd know that!

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Eamon de Valera: You published the terms without MY agreement! Michael Collins: They were the best we could get. Eamon de Valera: In your opinion! Michael Collins: And what's more, Dev, you sent me there because you knew they were best we could get. Eamon de Valera: That is idle speculation. Eamon de Valera: What would you know about peace? Michael Collins: When I agreed to go to London, you said we could negotiate on behalf of the Irish people and our government, the Dáil. If they accept it, I accept it; if they reject it I reject it. And I want to know you'll do the same.

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British officer: You're seven minutes late, Mr. Collins. Michael Collins: You've kept us waiting seven hundred years. You can have your seven minutes.

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Michael Collins: I will not fight against men I trained with, I fought with! Dáil Member: The people have spoken, Mr. Collins, overwhelmingly in favour of the treaty you brought home! Arthur Griffith: They've occupied the Four Courts, half of O'Connell Street, Limerick, Cork- it's anarchy out there! Michael Collins: Better anarchy than civil war! Arthur Griffith: We've got to do something. Churchill's offered us artillery! Michael Collins: For Christ's sake, let Churchill do his own dirty work! Arthur Griffith: Maybe he will, Michael. Maybe he will.

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Michael Collins: For the first time in my life I'm scared. Harry Boland: The Big Fellah, scared? I hate to tell you this, Mick, but you've got a right to be. Michael Collins: You told me once I was good at mayhem, sheer bloody mayhem. Harry Boland: Yeah. Michael Collins: That's what I'm scared of because once I start... there'll be no stopping me. Harry Boland: Don't you let it start, then. Tear up that treaty. Michael Collins: It's the only thing we've got. Harry Boland: So then it starts. Michael Collins: What starts? Harry Boland: We fight. Michael Collins: They fight, we don't. Harry Boland: You've said what you had to say, and you can go now, Mick. Michael Collins: [Moves toward Boland] Listen to me, please- listen to me! Harry Boland: I HAVE NOTHING MORE TO SAY TO YOU! Michael Collins: Do it, kid. Harry Boland: Put the gun down! Michael Collins: DO IT! Save us all a lot of bother! Harry Boland: [Charges and slams the guard against a bed, aiming the pistol at his back] Didn't you

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Michael Collins: You killed him you little uniform bit! You plugged him you little 'Free State' gobshat! You were meant to protect him. Free State Soldier: But, he was one of them, sir- Michael Collins: No, son! You don't understand. He was one of us.

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Patron: Come to flog us that bloody treaty, have you?! Michael Collins: I'm flogging fuck all; I've come to buy! Drinks for the county on me! Michael Collins: [To an Anti-Treaty rebel relaying his message to Eamon de Valera] Tell him... that Harry Boland's death was enough. Tell him that Mick Collins says he wants to end this bloody mayhem. Tell him I'm sorry I didn't bring back the Republic, but nobody could have! [...] He was my chief always. I would have followed him to hell if he'd asked me... And maybe I did. Joe: Why we stop why? Driver: Roadblock Solder Voice: Move it Get those bloody carts off the road! Michael Collins: HowLong? Solder Voice: Two Minutes Michael Collins: Jesue theyre trying to fucking kill me GET Down"