Michael McBride: [singing] Have you ever seen the seagulls a-flyin' o'er the heather, or the crimson sails on Galway Bay the fishermen unfurl? Oh, the Earth is filled with beauty, and it's gathered all together in the form and face and dainty grace of a pretty Irish girl. Oh, she is my dear, my darling one, her eyes so sparklin' full of fun, no other, no other can match the likes of her! She is my dear, my darling one, my smilin' and beguilin' one; I love the ground she walks upon, my darling Irish girl!
[Katie's fever breaks]
Molly Malloy: It's a miracle! She's fine an' sonsy like a baby woken from sleep!
[Michael runs in to her]
Katie O'Gill: Michael, what a temper I have.
Michael McBride: [smiling] Well, I like a lively girl.
King Brian: Three wishes I'll grant ye, great wishes an' small! But you wish a fourth and you'll lose them all!
Michael McBride: [singing] Oh, she is my dear, my darlin' one / Her eyes so sparklin', full of fun / No other, no other / Can match the likes of her.
Katie O'Gill: [singing] Oh, he is my dear, my darlin' one / His eyes so sparkling, full of fun / No other, no other / Can match the likes of him.
[inside the Death Coach]
Darby O'Gill: In the years to come, maybe you'll keep an eye on Katie and Michael.
King Brian: I'll do that. T'is a pity you won't be there to see them married.
Darby O'Gill: Ah, it's better for the old to die than the young. In the end, we all have to go.
King Brian: That ye do.
[pause, King Brian gets a sly look on his face]
King Brian: I wish I could go with you all the way.
Darby O'Gill: [sighs] I wish ye could, too.
King Brian: [laughing] An' you a knowledgeable man! Ha ha ha ha! Darby, you've wished your *fourth* wish!
King Brian: Good-bye, Darby me friend!
[Brian magically pushes him out of the coach; the coach drives off with Brian inside, still laughing]
Katie O'Gill: Your lordship, why didn't ye tell us ye were comin'? I'd have opened the manor house for you.
Lord Fitzpatrick: Oh I'll not be stoppin' here long enough for that. Where's your father?
Katie O'Gill: Well now, let me see, um... I heard him sayin' somthin' about cuttin' the weeds around the summer house. I think he'll have gone to have the smithy sharpen his scythe. I'll fetch him for ye, your lordship.
Lord Fitzpatrick: Well, that's good of you.
[she runs off to the village]
Lord Fitzpatrick: That Katie's a grand girl. Almost makes up for her father.
Michael McBride: What ails him?
Lord Fitzpatrick: Oh nothin' at all, but he retired about five years ago and didn't tell me about it. He'll be down at the inn now tellin' stories.
Michael McBride: What kind of man are you at all, who doesn't believe in the little people?
Pony Sugrue: Maybe you'd like to find out.
Michael McBride: Indeed I would. You know, someone beat me over the head that night, and I thought it was the little people. But when I spoke to King Brian about it, he said that you should take the consequences.
Pony Sugrue: What consequences?
Michael McBride: Indeed, that's what I asked his Majesty. And you know what he said? He said, "If I were you, I'd poke the blackguard in the face."
[they fight; Pony is knocked down]
[Darby finds Michael unconscious]
Darby O'Gill: [smells alcohol on Michael's shirt, slaps him awake] Is it drunk ye are?
[Michael looks up at him, puzzled; smells his shirt and looks at the bottle in his hand, then rubs the back of his head where he was beaten]
Darby O'Gill: Who did it, lad?
Michael McBride: I don't know, but I can guess.
Darby O'Gill: Where's Katie?
Michael McBride: [worried] She's gone after the horse!
Darby O'Gill: [angrily] Did ye let her go alone, in the dark of the night!
Michael McBride: She was in a terror rage at me! An' sure 'twas your fault for not tellin' her the truth in the first place!
Darby O'Gill: [worried] God forgive me, she'll be chasin' a pooka.
Paddy Scanlon: Stay away from Knocknasheega, Darby. Ye moil an' meddle wi' that little king, he'll put the come-hither on ye, an' make you his slave forevermore.
Darby O'Gill: Do ye think I'm a babe in arms?
Paddy Scanlon: You are to the likes of 'im! Five thousand years old he is, an' every year of his life he's learned a knew trick.
Darby O'Gill: And *I've* learned a hundred of 'em!
[Darby is inside the fairy mountain]
King Brian: Once you're here, there's no goin' back.
Darby O'Gill: [standing] I gotta get back to Katie!
King Brian: Ah, you needn't worry about Katie. She'll give you a grand wake an' then she'll forget all about you.
Darby O'Gill: [angrily] Mind what you say about Katie!
King Brian: Calm yourself now, calm yourself!
Darby O'Gill: What've I ever done to you?
King Brian: Nothing, Darby.
Darby O'Gill: Who tells all the stories about ye?
King Brian: You do, Darby.
Darby O'Gill: Aye, who makes the women watch where they're throwin' their wash water when you an' your lads are out walking invisible?
King Brian: You do, Darby.
Darby O'Gill: An' who makes the men tip their hats respectful to every swirl o' dust?
King Brian: You. You've done grand.
Darby O'Gill: So you put the come-hither on me, that's 'ow ye pay me back! You ungrateful little frainey! Your heart's as cold as a white Christmas!
[the other leprechauns start shouting angrily]
Darby O'Gill: They better watch what they're sayin'. I speak Gaelic too! Now you listen to me!
King Brian: No, you listen to me! Phadrig Oge was standin' under the white thorn tree by the summer house when his Lordship gave you the bad news today. And, the moment I heard you were in trouble I swore I'd take you out of it! And if you're the good, decent man I think you are, you'll be showin' me a little bit of gratitude!
Darby O'Gill: [abashed] I am grateful.
King Brian: Then you can forget the tears an' troubles of the world outside. There's nothin' but fun and diversion here!
[Katie is about to go after the horse; Michael tries to stop her]
Katie O'Gill: Get out of my way!
Michael McBride: Leave that horse alone.
Katie O'Gill: Do you think I'd stay under your roof another night?
Michael McBride: I'll go to the inn!
Katie O'Gill: You can go to blazes! I'm movin' to the McCarthy house!
Michael McBride: With night comin' down on that mountainside you could get yourself killed! Now give me that halter. I'll get the horse.
[she pulls away, he tries to stop her; she hits him across the face with the halter and runs out after the horse]
Darby O'Gill: [calling for help] King Brian! King Brian! King Brian!
King Brian: [materializing behind him] What is it, man?
Darby O'Gill: Your Highness!
King Brian: What is it?
Darby O'Gill: [pointing] It's the Coiste-bodhar! The death coach! Send it away! It's comin' for Katie! Send it away!
King Brian: But it's not within my powers, man! Once it sets out it can never return empty!
Darby O'Gill: Then give me me third wish, and let it take me instead!
King Brian: You don't know what you're askin' for!
Darby O'Gill: You promised! Don't break your word!
King Brian: Darby O'Gill, never in me born days...
Darby O'Gill: Give me me third wish!
King Brian: [shakes his head] More's the pity. Granted.
[Michael and Katie are about to kiss as Darby and Brian look on]
King Brian: Kiss her! Kiss her! Go on, kiss her!
[Michael sidesteps Katie and starts to walk away]
King Brian: Agh! An him a *Dublin* man!
[Brian throws his crown on the ground in frustration]
Darby O'Gill: [Watching out the window] Look, look, look!
[Katie runs after Michael, pulls him back and kisses him]
King Brian: [dancing while Darby claps a beat] Will you wish your wish now?
Darby O'Gill: I will indeed!
Katie O'Gill: Come in, Mrs. Sugrue!
Sheelah Sugrue: Katie, darlin'! Can you lend me the loan of a small pinch o' tea; I'll pay ye back Thursday.
Katie O'Gill: Ye can have it an' welcome.
[Katie is lost on Knocknasheega; a ghostly wail is heard]
Darby O'Gill: The banshee!
Michael McBride: Maybe it's just the wind.
Darby O'Gill: It's the wail of the banshee, the same as I heard the night Katie's mother was taken! She'll be destroyed entirely!
King Brian: [singing] Oh singin's no sin, and drinkin's no crime, if you have one drink only, just one at at a time.
Michael McBride: [sees Katie packing] What are you doing?
Katie O'Gill: [shortly] I'm packing. An' if you don't know why, you can read the card.
[Michael reads the card, looks up guiltily]
Katie O'Gill: Why didn't you tell me?
Michael McBride: Your father made me promise that I wouldn't.
Katie O'Gill: [angrily] When are you throwin' us out?
Michael McBride: Oh now, Katie...
Katie O'Gill: *When*?
Michael McBride: Well, today was supposed to have...
Katie O'Gill: You give short notice!
Michael McBride: I don't want you to leave at all!
Katie O'Gill: [angrily] Why not? What does it matter to you if you break an old man's heart? You're a strong young man, you can find work anywhere, but no, you must come here an' take me father's place!
Katie O'Gill: No wonder he's chasin' the fairy gold an' him half out of his mind tryin' to keep some little bit of self-respect in the town!
[she shoves a broom into his hands]
Katie O'Gill: Here! You can clean the manor house yourself. It'll be all we can do to move our belonging's out of *your* house this night!
[she turns away]
Michael McBride: [grabs her] Now you listen to me! I don't want your father's job at all, not unless I can have the both of you along with it! I want you to stay here an' be my wife. I love you, Katie, and I think that you love me.
Katie O'Gill: [scornfully] I? Love you?
[she storms out]
Darby O'Gill: This wasn't like any old Leprechaun that you wouldn't say hello twice to. But who was he, but Brian Conners himself, the King of them all! But I got me eye fixed on 'im. They can't escape, ye know, as long as ye don't look away. Now the night was dark, and the mountain was covered with mist, and the moon was no bigger than the light from a hay-penny candle. But it didn't hide 'im from me, for there he stood, with an angry little gob on him, an' his face as fierce as fire...
King Brian: Well, Darby O'Gill, 'tis pleased and delighted I am to see ya again.
Darby O'Gill: Thank you, Sir. It's a grand place you've got here.
King Brian: It does well enough. Sit down, man. Over there.
Katie O'Gill: [sings] When the dew is on the hayrick and every drop a pearl / When the geese are full of blarney and the thrush are singing Gaelic / And standing in the doorway is a pretty Irish girl / Oh, she is my dear, my darlin' one / Her eyes so sparklin', full of fun / No other, no other can match the likes of her / She is my dear, my darlin' one / My smilin' and beguilin' one / I love the ground she walks upon...
Darby O'Gill: Get ready... for the grand surprise
Darby O'Gill: It's no rabbit.
Michael McBride: [looks in sack] Rabbit or hare, what's the odds?
Darby O'Gill: Rabbit or hare? You're looking at Brian of Knocknasheega, king of all the Leprechauns!
Michael McBride: 'Twas a rabbit I saw.
Darby O'Gill: [to Cleopatra] Ah, there y'are. What do you think you're doin'? Do you want to break a leg? Whoa... Whoa, there! Whoa... Whoa, I tell ya! Whoa, whoa, whoa, girl! Whoa! Get down! Whoa! Get down!
King Brian: [to Darby, about Michael] And him a Dublin man!
Darby O'Gill: I declare my soul, when I tell 'em this, down at the pub, they won't believe a word of it.
King Brian: Aye, you can't do that, Darby.
King Brian: [to Darby] You murderin', deceitful, blind staggerin' toolameron!
King Brian: [to Darby] How would you like to have me put a hump on your back!
Darby O'Gill: [to the Banshee] The Banshee! Keep away! Keep away! Keep away from her! Keep off! Keep off, now! Keep off, now!
Pony Sugrue: [to the folk in the pub] I've heard enough silly blabber about little people to last me a lifetime.