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: Donal, reason gets us nowhere. I mean, how often have we asked politely? I've had it with him. There's only one language these people understand, the language of the old country. Donal
: This is the old country Liam
: Yeah, but if we were Sicilian...
: That time o' year again. Liam
: Yeah. Edso
: What time? Donal
: Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Liam
: Nah. Father Mac always scuppers it. Edso
: Eight ninety. Scuppers what? Donal
: Father Mac isn't in charge of the fete this year. Father Sheahan is.
] Uncle Minto
: Well, today's the day. Paul Dooley
: It is? Uncle Minto
: Ay. Good luck to you. Liam
: That's right. Donal
: Yeah. Liam
: Good luck. Paul Dooley
: Liam! Liam
: You never know. Brian Quigley
: You think there's gold there, do you? Liam
: Ah, there was a gold rush here in the last century. Brian Quigley
: That right? Liam
: Mm-hmm. Brian Quigley
: Your wages are in the river, then. Donal
: There was, too. Brian Quigley
: Listen to me, both of you. If that fellow panned every river in the county for the next hundred years, he wouldn't find enough gold to make a tooth.
: What's this? Donal
: It's a bunker, Mr. Quigley. Quigley
: No, Donal, a bunker has sand in it. Liam
: Ah, we're onto that; but it's a question of cashflow. Quigley
: Here's fifty pounds. Get five tons of washed sand from the builders' merchants in Kildargen, and fill in this so-called bunker, and I do *not* want to be called out here again. Liam
: Right you are, Mr. Quigley.
: Cash up front? Liam
: This is the easiest fifty pound we ever made.
] Oonagh Dooley
: That calls for a toast. Brendan
: To the memory of Finbar Corcoran. Paul Dooley
: Aye. May he definitely rest in peace. Brendan
: Finbar Corcoran Fr. Vincent
: Finbar Corcoran Louis
: What about the school fête? What are we going to tell Brendan? Donal
: We're about to poison half of Fitzgerald's; we're making illegal liquor; me house is never going to smell right again; I think the less we say to Brendan the better, you know.
: It's not like Quigley to just up and go. Donal
: You don't think he's topped himself? Liam
: Quigley? Not in a million years. Donal
: You're right. Not if his life depended on it.
: You're dropping it all over me. Liam
: Then you come up here and do the painting, and I'll haul the tin.
] Brian Quigley
: Ah, boys, boys, boys. Liam
: You wanted to see us, Mister Quigley? Brian Quigley
: Indeed I did. I've just had an idea, or should I say - a vision. Liam
: Want us to call the police? Heh-heh. Brian Quigley
: Not that kind of vision. Artistic vision. We start tomorrow, first thing. Donal
: Start what exactly? Brian Quigley
: Ballykissangel: the Movie.