Barry Fitzgerald

Michaleen Flynn: I have... I have come.
Mary Kate Danaher: Oh, I can see that. But from whose pub was it?
Michaleen Flynn: Pub? Pub? You've the face of an angel with the tongue of an adder. I have a good mind to go about me own business and tell Thon Shorton he's better off without ya!
Mary Kate Danaher: Wait a minute, what was that?
Michaleen Flynn: Well ye be listenin' then and not interrupting the shockelhorn - the matchmaker... I have come at the request of Thon Shorton...
Mary Kate Danaher: Sean Thornton.
Michaleen Flynn: Shut up... bachelor and party of the first part, to ask if you, uh - strictly informally, mind you - eh, Mary Kate Danaher, spinster, and party of the second part.
Mary Kate Danaher: Well. Go on. You were sayin'?
Michaleen Flynn: Actually... me mouth is like a dry crust and the sun is that hot on me pate.
Mary Kate Danaher: Will you be steppin' into the parlor? The house may belong to my brother, but what's in the parlor belongs to me.
Michaleen Flynn: I will then... and I hope there's a bottle there, whoever it belongs to...

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Inspector Donnelly: The people you have to deal with are lice. They never keep their word to anyone about anything; they won't to you.

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Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: But I'll tell you all the news later. Get in some other clothes. You're going to Santa Anita with me.
Margaret O'Hara: Well, Seabiscuit isn't running today, is he?
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: No, he's not, but you'll see something with two legs who's in a fair way to become a champion himself. Need I tell you his name?
Margaret O'Hara: No, you needn't. I can't go. I'm on duty.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: You love Ted, don't you?
Margaret O'Hara: Please, Uncle Shawn. This isn't the time or the place. I told you, I'm on duty.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: I'm thinking of your duty to yourself. You're neglecting it shamefully. You'll never be happy sticking your head out of sight like a bloomin' ostrich. Hold it up proud, me girl, and face the truth. Now, hurry, you're free for the afternoon.
Margaret O'Hara: Who said so?
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: The superintendant. I just talked with her.
Margaret O'Hara: You didn't tell her we were going to the races?
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: I told her you were my niece, that I was from Ireland, and that I'd be in Los Angeles for just this afternoon.
Margaret O'Hara: Why you lying old devil.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Oh, you do me a great wrong, Maggie. There's not a word of a lie in it. You're me niece right enough, and surely to goodness I'm from Ireland, and I'm driving back to the ranch this very night.
Margaret O'Hara: Are you sure it was the superintendant, Miss Newsome, you saw? I doubt her letting anyone off for any reason.
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: That's it, Newsome. A sour, old witch with a voice like a foghorn, and an eye like a tomcat.
Miss Newsome, nursing superintendant: [coming up behind them] Did I hear my name?
Shawn O'Hara, Seabiscuit's Trainer: Me dear, lady, you did indeed. I was just talking about a Miss Newsome of County Kerry. I was thinking how strange it was that you, so kind, so generous, so understanding, should have the same name as that old harridan. Get into your street clothes quickly, child. There's a service at All Saints at two o'clock.

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