Young Frank:
In the name of the father, the son and the holy toast.
Angela McCourt:
I was thinking of calling him Alphonsius.
Middle Frank:
Alphonsius? That's a stupid name!
Angela McCourt:
Don't let anyone ever slam the door on you again. Do you hear me?
Older Frank:
I do.
[
the twins are crying]
Young Malachy:
Look at my bum!
Young Frank:
Stop showing your bum!
Young Malachy:
I was just trying to make them laugh!
Narrator:
If I were in America I could say "I love you, dad", the way they do in the films. But in Limerick they'd laugh at you. In Limerick you are only allowed to say you love God, and babies, and horses that win. Anything else is softness in the head.
Young Frank:
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been a minute since my last confession.
Angela McCourt:
If I were able I would go to work in the English factories.
Malachy:
Factory's no place for a woman Angela.
Angela McCourt:
Sittin’ on your arse is no place for a man Malachy.
Malachy:
I wouldn't give the English the steam off my pish!
Middle Michael:
[
after Malachy makes weak excuses for returning from England with no money] You drank the money, Da.
Middle Malachy:
You drank the money.
Middle Frank:
You drank the money.
Aunt Aggie:
[
to Frank] You're wearin me dead mothers dress!
Older Frank:
[
drunk, yelling at Angela] Every night you went up there! Squeak Squeak Squeak with Laman Griffin!
Older Frank:
[
confessing to Francis of Assisi as a priest listens] I hit my mother...
Narrator:
It was the first time my father ever kissed me. I felt so happy I could float.
Young Frank:
He's fatter than the baby Jesus!
Theresa:
Lord, you might be scrawny, but that's a fine boyo you have there.
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