The Quiet Man (1952)
Maureen O'Hara: Mary Kate Danaher
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 m'fhear 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!
Mary Kate Danaher : It's 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 it's more than talk you'll be gettin' if you step a step closer to me!
Thornton : Don't worry - you've got a wallop!
Mary Kate Danaher : You'll get over it, I'm thinkin'.
Thornton : Well, some things a man doesn't 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 man's 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.
Thornton : I don't get this. Why do we have to get you along? Back in the States, I'd drive up, honk the horn, the gal'd come runnin'...
Mary Kate Danaher : Come a-runnin'? I'm no woman to be honked at and come a-runnin'!
Michaleen Flynn : America - ha! Prohibition! You see that over there? That's the ancestral home of ancient Flynns. It was taken from us by... by... by the Druids!
[stops the cart]
Michaleen Flynn : Quietest couple I ever heard. We'll get nowhere at this rate. Off with ya!
[Sean tries to help Mary Kate down]
Michaleen Flynn : She's a fine healthy girl - no patty-fingers if ya please!
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 I'd rather do to one of the Danahers - Miss Danaher.
Mary Kate Danaher : Shhh, Mr. Thornton! What will Mr. Flynn be thinkin'?
Thornton : If anybody had told me six months ago that today I'd be in a graveyard in Innisfree with a girl like you that I'm just about to kiss, I'd 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 there'll be the threshin' parties, and the month after that...
Thornton : Nope.
Mary Kate Danaher : Well, maybe we won't 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 : I have... I have come.
Mary Kate Danaher : Oh, I can see that. But from whose pub was it?
Michaleen Flynn : Pub? Pub? You've 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 he's 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 what's in the parlor belongs to me.
Michaleen Flynn : I will then... and I hope there's a bottle there, whoever it belongs to...