Pop: Belfast will still be here when you get back.
Buddy: Will you?
Pop: I'm going nowhere you won't find me.
Buddy: God. This takes ages. No wonder they call it long division.
Buddy: Was that our side that done all that to them Catholic houses in our street, Daddy?
Pa: There is no our side and their side in our street. Or there didn't used to be, anyway. It's all bloody religion. That's the problem.
Buddy: Then why are you sending us to church?
Pa: Because your granny'd kill me if I didn't.
Mr Stewart: Right, Billy, we've no call for fists here.
Billy Clanton: Aye? Well, what is it the man says? A fist is only as good or bad as the man using it. Remember that.
Auntie Violet: All the Irish need to survive is a phone, a Guinness and the sheet music to "Danny Boy."
Billy Clanton: Folks always have a problem with change. But you'd better get used to it, mister. People like me run this town now. And it's people like you that bring us all down.
Pop: You know who you are, don't you?
Buddy: Yes, Pop.
Pop: You're Buddy from Belfast 15, where everybody knows you and your pop looks out for you and your mummy looks out for you, your daddy looks out for you, your granny looks out for you, your brother looks out for you, and the whole family looks out for you. And wherever you go and whatever you become, that'll always be the truth. And that thought will keep you safe. It'll keep you happy... Will you remember that for me?
Buddy: Yes, Pop.
Granny: Them peoples don't give you any bother in that street, do they?
Ma: Not at all. Sure, they're friends, they're family, same as us. They just kick with the left foot.
Pa: Aren't you a silver-tongued charmer.
Mrs Ford: It takes one to know one.
