Movie Quotes for Quiet+Man,+The

Bob Maconel: There comes a time when the diseased and the weak must
  be sacrificed to save the herd.

Thornton: [drunk] Woman-of-the-house! I have brought the brother home
  to supper! [Throws hat]
Mary Kate Danaher: He is kindly welcome.
"Red Will" Danaher: [also drunk] God bless all in this house...
Mary Kate Danaher: Wipe your feet!
"Red Will" Danaher: Thank you mum!

Mary Kate Danaher: Its a bold one you are! Who gave you leave to be
  kissin me?
Thornton: So you can talk!
Mary Kate Danaher: Yes I can, I will and I do! And its more than
  talk youll be gettin if you step a step closer to me!
Thornton: Dont worry - youve got a wallop!
Mary Kate Danaher: Youll get over it, Im thinkin.
Thornton: Well, some things a man doesnt get over so easy.
Mary Kate Danaher: Like what, supposin?
Thornton: Like the sight of a girl coming through the fields with the
  sun on her hair... kneeling in church with a face like a saint...
Mary Kate Danaher: Saint indeed!
Thornton: ...and now coming to a mans house to clean it for him.
Mary Kate Danaher: But... that was just my way of bein a good
  Christian act.
Thornton: I know it was, Mary Kate Danaher. And it was nice of you.
Mary Kate Danaher: Not at all.

[first lines]
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Well, then. Now. Ill begin at the
  beginnin. A fine soft day in the spring, it was, when the train
  pulled into Castletown, three hours late as usual, and himself got
  off. He didnt have the look of an American tourist at all about
  him. Not a camera on him; what was worse, not even a fishin rod.

Pat Cohan: Ah, what a day for Innisfree! On a day like this, I can
  say only one thing - Gentlemen, the drinks are on the house!
[pub patrons suddenly stop their conversations and stare at him in
  stunned silence]
Pat Cohan: Well, they are!

Michaleen Flynn: Is this a courting or a donnybrook? Have the good
  manners not to hit the man until hes your husband and entitled to
  hit you back.

Fishwoman with basket at station: Sir!... Sir!... Heres a good
  stick, to beat the lovely lady.

Michaleen Flynn: [looking thirsty] I dont suppose theres 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.

Ignatius Feeney: A pound on Thornton against the Squire!
Michaleen Flynn: Go away, ye traiter, ya!

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.

Father Paul: Father! Father Lonergan!
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: [not wanting to disturb the fish]
  Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh.
Father Paul: Its a big fight in the town!
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Listen, theres a big fight in this
  fish right here, too.
Father Paul: Id have put a stop to it, but seeing its...
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: You do that, lad. Its your duty.
Father Paul: But seeing it was Danaher and Sean Thornton...
[Father Lonergan turns at stares at Father Paul in amazement]
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: WHO?
Father Paul: Danaher and Sean Thornton!
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: WELL WHY THE DEVIL DIDNT YOU TELL
  ME? Oh, you young...
[Throws down his fishing rod and the two run back into town. They
  abruptly stop behind a gate]
Father Paul: Father, shouldnt we put a stop to it now?
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: [relishing the fight from a
  distance] Ah, we should, lad, yes, we should, its our duty!

"Red Will" Danaher: Ill count three, and if youre not out of the
  house by then, Ill loose the dogs on you.
Thornton: If you say "three," mister, youll never hear the man count
  "ten."

Michaleen Flynn: Hes a nice, quiet, peace-loving man, come home to
  Ireland to forget his troubles. Sure, yes, yes, hes a millionare,
  you know, like all the Yanks. But hes 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.

Mary Kate Danaher: Father, could I... tell you in the Irish?
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: [distracted, fishing] Sea, sea.
Mary Kate Danaher: [very hesitantly] Níor lig mé mfhear chéile
  isteach i mo leaba liom aréir. Chuir mé fuinneamh air a chodladh i
  - Ó, i mála codlata! Mála codlata!
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: Céad é sin? "Bag?"
Mary Kate Danaher: Sleeping bag, Father, with... with buttons! Más
  breá é, níor rith sé ar a shon. An peaca é?
Father Peter Lonergan, Narrator: [exasperated] Woman, Ireland may be
  a poor country, God help us. But here, a married man sleeps in a
  bed, not a bag!

"Red Will" Danaher: So the I.R.A. is in this too, is it?
Hugh Forbes: If it were, Red Will Danaher, not a scorched stone of
  your fine house would still be standing.
Michaleen Flynn: A beautiful sentiment!

Thornton: If anybody had told me six months ago that today Id be in
  a graveyard in Innisfree with a girl like you that Im just about
  to kiss, Id have told em...
Mary Kate Danaher: Oh, but the kisses are a long way off yet!
Thornton: Huh?
Mary Kate Danaher: Well, we just started a-courtin, and next month,
  we, we start the walkin out, and the month after that therell be
  the threshin parties, and the month after that...
Thornton: Nope.
Mary Kate Danaher: Well, maybe we wont have to wait that month...
Thornton: Yup.
Mary Kate Danaher: ...or for the threshin parties...
Thornton: Nope.
Mary Kate Danaher: ...or for the walkin out together...
Thornton: No.
Mary Kate Danaher: ...and so much the worse for you, Sean Thornton,
  for I feel the same way about it myself!
[They kiss. Thunder rolls]

Michaleen Flynn: [on seeing the broken bed] Impetuous! Homeric!

[last lines]
Michaleen Flynn: No patty-fingers, if you please. The proprieties at
  all times. Hold on to your hats.

Mary Kate Danaher: I have a fearful temper. You might as well know
  about it now instead of findin out about it later. We Danahers are
  a fightin people.
Thornton: I can think of a lot of things Id rather do to one of the
  Danahers - Miss Danaher.
Mary Kate Danaher: Shhh, Mr. Thornton! What will Mr. Flynn be
  thinkin?

Michaleen Flynn: Two women in the house - and one of them a redhead!

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? Youve 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 hes 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 whats in the parlor belongs to me.
Michaleen Flynn: I will then... and I hope theres a bottle there,
  whoever it belongs to...

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.

Thornton: I dont get this. Why do we have to get you along? Back in
  the States, Id drive up, honk the horn, the gald come runnin...
Mary Kate Danaher: Come a-runnin? Im no woman to be honked at and
  come a-runnin!
Michaleen Flynn: America - ha! Prohibition! You see that over there?
  Thats the ancestral home of ancient Flynns. It was taken from us
  by... by... by the Druids! [stops the cart] Quietest couple I ever
  heard. Well get nowhere at this rate. Off with ya! [Sean tries to
  help Mary Kate down] Shes a fine healthy girl - no patty-fingers
  if ya please!

[first lines]
Man cleaning doorknob: Thirty thousand.
Maid: From the Russians?
Man cleaning doorknob: No, from the French. From the Russians we
  capture more than that every day.

Albert Kropp: [speaking of school] They never taught us really useful
  like how to light a cigarette in the wind, or make a fire out of
  wet wood, or bayonet a man in the belly instead of the ribs where
  it gets jammed.