Sally: You stay right there, I'll go. There's a stench of adultery in here. Lehiff: You shouldn't have pissed on my leg. Mr. Henderson: ...I will TCB, as they say in the States. I will "take care of business." Lehiff: 'Cause when there's something there... Café Waitress: Some chemistry. Lehiff: Right! Who knows where the sparks will lead? An' a fella like myself, a stranger could just be a bit of fun in the sack, no more than that. Or, and it's not that crazy, your soul mate, eh? Café Waitress: Yeah, you've got a point. Lehiff: On the otherhand, I could just be a thief or something. Café Waitress: What do you mean? Lehiff: Some villain, just waiting for my chance to [punches her] Lehiff: smack your jaw and rob the register while the place is empty. [jumps counter, robs register] Lehiff: But this is the thing of it, see. You just never know... [gardai walk in] Lehiff: what's gonna happen. Sally: Have I got a ronnie? Mick: A what? Sally: A ronnie, moustache, like? Mick: Show. [pause] Mick: Well you're no Tom Selleck, but... Sally: Ah, go fuck yourself. Deirdre: Might's not definite, is it? John: No. Deirdre: It's a vague enough term at best. John: You don't just took up when the next fellow walks by! Mr. Henderson: [to himself] I am the boss. I have authority. You are the minion. You're beneath. I have the power. What do I have? I'm sorry, I didn't get that. Speak up. What do I have? That's right. That's absolutely... what the FUCK? Jerry Lynch: This is what separates the men from the faggots. Lehiff: That's fucking delish, man! Lehiff: Flat-footed, fat fucking faggot. Jerry Lynch: You just don't have the requisite Celtic soul, man. Lehiff: You scummy fuck! Sally: Would you ever hurt me? Oscar: No! Sally: Neglect me? Oscar: Never! Sally: Shit on me? Oscar: [pause] Do you want me to? Karen: Do you have anything to say for yourself? John: Erm... Go fuck yourself? Mr. Henderson: Don't worry. I didn't expect anything else. John: Ah, go fuck yourself! John: This is a list of things that I want, and have wanted, for a long time. Straight from the heart - no fucking around: to be with you; to live with you; and to eventually, you know, to marry you; to have your child... or... Deirdre: ...for me to have yours... John: ...yes, all my children - however many - three, four... Deirdre: Go on. John: ...to grow old with you; to know - and that's the main thing - to know, all right? that you feel the same. That's it. Deirdre: I've got a guy who's well-off, who's attractive... Maura: Who's *married.* Deirdre: Well, you can't have it all. Oscar: Wisftul, Are ya? John: Among other emotions! John: Those are the actions, and I have no qualms about saying it, of a whore Deirdre: Get Out! Get Out!