Saoirse Ronan: Eilis
Eilis : [instructing new immigrant] You have to think like an American. You'll feel so homesick that you'll want to die, and there's nothing you can do about it apart from endure it. But you will, and it won't kill you. And one day the sun will come out - you might not even notice straight away, it'll be that faint. And then you'll catch yourself thinking about something or someone who has no connection with the past. Someone who's only yours. And you'll realize... that this is where your life is.
Eilis : You remember that after I had dinner at your house, you told me that you loved me?
[Tony nods, sombre and nervous]
Eilis : Well, I didn't really know what to say. But I know what to say now. I have thought about you and I like you, and I like seeing you, and maybe I feel the same way. So the next time you tell me you love me, if there is a next time, I'll, I'll say I love you too.
Tony : Are you serious?
Eilis : Yes.
Tony : Holy shit! Excuse my language, but I thought we were going to have a different kind of talk. You mean it?
Eilis : I mean it.
Eilis : I'd forgotten what this town is like. What were you planning to do, Miss Kelly? Keep me away from Jim? Stop me from going back to America? Perhaps you didn't even know. Perhaps it was enough for you to know that you could ruin me. My name is Eilis Fiorello.
Miss Fortini : Ellis, you look like a different person. How did you do it? Maybe I can pass some advice onto the next poor girl who feels that way.
Eilis : I met somebody. An Italian fella.
Miss Fortini : Oh, I'm not passing that on. I'd rather have them homesick than heartbroken. Does he talk about baseball all the time? Or, his mother?
Eilis : No.
Miss Fortini : Then keep him. There isn't another Italian man like him in New York.
Diana : Have you told Tony yet, Ellis?
Eilis : Of course.
Sheila : Is he taking you out to celebrate?
Eilis : We're going to Coney Island at the weekend.
Patty : Oh, boy.
Eilis : What does that mean?
Patty : Well, do you have a bathing costume?
Eilis : No, I was going to...
Diana : Do you have sunglasses?
Eilis : No.
Sheila : You need sunglasses. I read that if you don't have them on the beach this year, people will talk about you.
Mrs. Keogh : And what will they say, exactly, Sheila?
Dolores : That's the thing, Mrs Kehoe. You'd never know, because they'd never say it to your face.
Mrs. Keogh : Ellis, from the look of you, you have greasy skin, is that right? What do you do about that?
Eilis : Just... Well, I wash it, Mrs. Keogh, with soap.
Miss McAdam : There is nothing wrong with soap. Soap was good enough for our Lord. I expect.
Mrs. Keogh : Well, which brand did he use, Miss McAdam? Does the Bible tell you that?
Diana : Our Lord is a man anyway. He didn't care about greasy skin.
Mrs. Keogh : Ladies, no more talk about our Lord's complexion at dinner, please.
Mrs. Keogh : Have they told you what day for the nylons sale, Ellis? Never had a Bartocci's girl in here. Might get some inside information.
Eilis : I haven't been told anything.
Diana : I bet you wouldn't let on if you had.
Patty : She's that sort. More aligned to her bosses than to her friends.
Diana : Like a red spy.
Sheila : Oh, dear God.
Mrs. Keogh : I'll thank you to keep His name out of a conversation about nylons. He might be everywhere, but He's not in Bartocci's on sale day.
Eilis : You're the prettiest girl in County Wexford. You should be able to choose any man you want. And we're hoping that George Sheridan from the rugby club looks your way.