Freddy Malins:
Oh, if you'll excuse me... See, I've never been able to relieve me-self in the presence of another. Otherwise, I'd have joined the army.
Molly Ivors:
I didn't think you were a West Briton!
Gabriel Conroy:
And what do you mean, a West Briton?
Molly Ivors:
Someone who looks to England for our salvation instead of depending on ourselves alone.
Gabriel Conroy:
[asking Gretta about Michael Furey] What was it he died of so young? Consumption, was it?
Gretta Conroy:
I think he died for me.
Gabriel Conroy:
[voice over] One by one, we're all becoming shades. Better to pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
[last lines]
Gabriel Conroy:
[voiceover] Snow is falling. Falling in that lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lies buried. Falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living, and the dead.
Mary Jane:
Well, isn't it for the honor of God, Aunt Kate?
Aunt Kate:
I know all about the honor of God, Mary Jane.