- 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.
- Buddy: Daddy, do you think me and that wee girl have a future?
- Pa: Well, why the heck not?
- Buddy: You know she's Catholic?
- Pa: .... That wee girl can be a practicing Hindu, or a Southern Baptist, or a vegetarian Antichrist, but if she's kind, and she's fair and you two respect each other, she and her people are welcome in our house any day of the week. Agreed?
- Buddy: Every night, before I go to sleep, when I say my prayers, I ask God if He could fix it so that when I wake up in the morning, I'm the best footballer in the world.
- Buddy: And then I also ask another thing as well. That when I grow up .. Can I marry Katherine? Even if she loves Ronnie Boyd. But she could still see 'im. But she'd marry me. That's what I want.
- Auntie Violet: All the Irish need to survive is a phone, a Guinness and the sheet music to "Danny Boy".
- Billy Clanton: The problem with people like you is that you think you're better than everyone.
- Pa: The problem with people like you is that you know you're not.
- Buddy: She looks at me sometimes, but we're not allowed to talk in the class, so I can't say anything. And then when we go out to the playground, she always goes off with the other girls. Anyways, I think she loves that other fella.
- Pop: Ah, you don't know that for sure. Women are very mysterious.
- Granny: And women can smash your face in, too, mister.
- Pop: Your granny's become less mysterious over the years.
- Ma: We can't all leave. There'd be nobody left but the nutters.
- Auntie Violet: Aye, and nobody to cook their tea, run messages and wipe their arses. That'd make the violence stop in about ten minutes.
- Ma: How could I leave Belfast?
- Auntie Violet: I wouldn't worry about it. The Irish were born for leaving. Otherwise, the rest of the world would have no pubs. It just needs half of us to stay, so that the other half can get sentimental about the ones that went. All the Irish need to survive is a phone, a Guinness and the sheet music to Danny Boy.
- Minister: So do not say in grief that you are sorry he is gone, but rather, say in thankfulness you are grateful he was here.
- Ma: You and me, we've known each other since we were toddlers. We've known this street and every street round it all our lives. And every man, woman and child that lives in every bloody house, whether we like it or not. I like it. And you say you've a wee garden for them boys? But here, they can play wherever the hell they like, 'cause everybody knows them, everybody likes them and everybody looks after them. If we go over the water, them people's not gonna understand a word we say. And half of them, they'll take the hand out of us for sounding different. And the other half, they'll hate us 'cause men here are killing their young sons on our streets. They'll think we don't give a shite. And you think they're gonna welcome us with open arms? What, and say, 'Come on in. Well done for stealing the house off of us'?
- Pa: Things change.
- Ma: Aye. They do.
- Buddy: Is it 27?
- Pop: That's close enough. And now just make sure your numbers aren't very clear to read. She might give you the benefit of the doubt if your seven looks like a one with a fancy tail, right? The same with a two and a six. Right? Keep her guessing. That means you'll have two or three horses in every race.
- Buddy: Isn't that cheating?
- Pop: No, well, I'd call it spread betting. And if it gets you moved up by one seat to bask in the light of her glory, then you're off to the races.
- Buddy: But sure there's only one right answer.
- Pop: If that were true, son, people wouldn't be blowing themselves up all over this town.
- Buddy: My ma says, if we went across the water, they wouldn't understand the way we talk.
- Pop: That shouldn't be a problem, son. I've been married to your granny for 50 years. I've never understood a word she's said. And if they can't understand you, then they're not listening, and that's their problem. You know, when I was in Leicester, they said the same thing about me. You know, so I put on a different bloody accent every day just to annoy them. They never knew who I was. But I did, and that's the only one who needs to know. You know who you are, don't you?
- Billy Clanton: We'll keep it simple. You're with us or you're against us. Clock's ticking. You're a soft touch! Time for real Protestants to step up!
- Pa: Ach, you're no real Protestant. You're a jumped-up gangster and always were.
- Pop: Oh, that puts me in mind of a great wee system we had in the old days for paying the rent. The rent man would come round and collect the money for every house in the whole street, and once he had done and all the rent books were marked up to date, one of the boys would hold him up at gunpoint in the back entry and take all the money back off him, and then he'd hand it straight back to all the residents in the street, with a little commission for the service. Yeah, it was a very effective system. And the rent man was so good about it in the end that eventually they cut him in for a wee bit, too, and everybody was happy. Except for the council, I suppose.
- Moira: Do you want to join a gang?
- Buddy: I'm not allowed.
- Moira: Why not?
- Buddy: My mother said she'd kill me.
- Moira: Sure she doesn't have to know. That's the whole point.
- Buddy: Are you in one?
- Moira: Aye.
- Buddy: What's it called?
- Moira: Doesn't have a name.
- Buddy: Why not?
- Moira: Has to be secret. That's what they tell you when you join.
- Buddy: What do you do?
- Moira: I can't tell you till you're in the gang.
- Buddy: How many of you are there?
- Moira: Not allowed to say.
- Buddy: What do you have to do to join, then?
- Moira: Whatever they tell you.
- Moira: You can tell them by their names.
- Buddy: How?
- Moira: Well, if he's a Patrick or a Sean, he's a Catholic, and if he's a Billy or a William, he's a Protestant.
- Buddy: There's more names than that, though.
- Moira: I know that. I'm just saying, them's the obvious ones.
- Buddy: What about Morris?
- Moira: Uh, don't know.
- Buddy: We've a wee fella down our street called Thomas. What's he?
- Moira: Protestant definitely.
- Buddy: He's not. He's a Catholic.
- Moira: No, he's not.
- Buddy: He is. Sure, they burnt his house out the other night 'cause his family is Catholic.
- Moira: Sure, we've a cousin called Thomas.
- Buddy: I know. That's what I'm saying.
- Moira: Well, how the hell are you supposed to know, then?
- Buddy: You have to get taught it.
- 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.
- Frankie West: It's a waiting game now. When it's time for that wall to come down, I'll be the first to swing a hammer, but now? They also serve who stand and wait. We can't all be acting the Lone Ranger.
- Soldier: Make an orderly queue to be allowed entrance to the street, please.
- Frankie West: All right, what have we got left now?
- Mackie: Not doing a strip search this time, eh, Frankie?
- Frankie West: Whose do you belong to?
- Mackie: You know full bloody well who we belong to. I'm taking my wife down to her sister's, like I've been doing all my bloody life.
- Frankie West: House number?
- Mackie: There's no number. Just a name.
- Frankie West: What's the name?
- Mackie: Arsehole.
- Frankie West: Very funny, Mack. Always the joker, eh? On you go. We won't worry about their name and number now. We know where they live.
- 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.
- Buddy: We're going to the pictures. He's taking us to "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang".
- Granny: What in the name of God is that?
- Buddy: It's a flying car.
- Granny: Oh, God, I've heard it all.
- Buddy: It goes over a cliff, and you nearly fall out of your seat. Do you want to come? It'll be company for you till my Pop's home.
- Granny: If God had wanted me to see flying cars, I'd have been born with blinking wings. You love your films, don't you? I was a great one for the pictures when I was your age. I used to think you could climb right inside the screen and visit all those strange places you saw. Like that one in that film. What was that, uh...? Uh, "Lost Horizons". Did you ever see that?
- Buddy: No. What was the name of the place, Granny?
- Granny: Shangri-La. That's what they called it.
- Buddy: Did you ever go there?
- Granny: There were no roads to Shangri-La from our part of Belfast.
- Ma: Put it back I said.
- Billy Clanton: Hey, woman! We don't put things back. That's not the statement we're trying to make.
- Moira: They can just come up to you when you're not expecting it and ask you, Are you Protestant or Catholic? But it's a trick question, you see, 'cause they don't tell you what they are. And what do you say then to not get a dig in the gob?
- Buddy: I'm a Catholic?
- Moira: Wrong. That's exactly what they think you will say. They think you're trying to bluff them. But you have to double-bluff them.
- Buddy: How?
- Moira: You say, I'm a Protestant.
- Buddy: But I am a Protestant.
- Moira: That's the point!
- 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.
- Pa: You let them go now.
- Billy Clanton: No, I think if I do, one of them soldiers is gonna take my head off.
- Pa: If they don't, I will.
- Billy Clanton: Over their dead bodies.
- Pa: So the doctor says, 'Listen, John, I've got some bad news and worse.' And John says, 'Oh, no. What's the bad news?' And he goes, 'Well, you've only got 24 hours to live.' John says, 'That's, that's awful. What could be worse than that?' Doctor says, 'Well, I've been trying to get ahold of you since yesterday.'
- Buddy: She never sees me. She's always doing her bloody homework. If she were a wee bit more stupid like me, we'd be sitting together by now.