[Nick and Madigan have just finished one fight and Madigan wants to start another]
Patrick Madigan: Shall we have another go at it?
Nick Barkley: You show your tail on this property again and I'm sure we will.
Nick Barkley: Oh, will you two clear out of here? I'm trying to tame this bird and I'm not getting any help from you.
Jarrod Barkley: You're not getting any help from the bird, either.
Major Wilson: I understand from Jarrod this man came in out of nowhere as it were.
Nick Barkley: Came in answer to my notice.
Major Wilson: References? Recommendations? What papers establishing that he indeed can be trusted with dynamite?
Patrick Madigan: Haven't you heard? It's become an Irish specialty.
Mack: Tell me, Madigan, what kind of country is that Ireland place?
Patrick Madigan: Well, it's the land of leprechauns and the Kellys and the O'Breins and the Blarney Stone, but that's not all there is. Oh, it's a land for poets to tell about, not a fool like me. Oh, it's the smoke of peat and the slow creak of carts along the road, the Connemara ponies... Sweet land it is, though often sad.