Eilis: You remember that after I had dinner at your house, you told me that you loved me?
[Tony nods, sombre and nervous]
Eilis: Well, I didn't really know what to say. But I know what to say now. I have thought about you and I like you, and I like seeing you, and maybe I feel the same way. So the next time you tell me you love me, if there is a next
time, I'll, I'll say I love you too.
Tony: Are you serious?
Eilis: Yes.
Tony: Holy shit! Excuse my language, but I thought we were going to have a different kind of talk. You mean it?
Eilis: I mean it.
Frankie Fiorello: So first of all I should say that we don't like Irish people.
[General cries of outrage around the table]
Frankie Fiorello: We don't! That is a well known fact! A big gang of Irish beat Maurizio up and he had to have stitches. And because he cops round here are Irish, nobody did anything about it.
Maurizio:
There are probably two sides to it. I might have said something I shouldn't, I can't remember now. Anyway, they probably weren't all Irish.
Frankie Fiorello: They just had red hair and big legs.
Miss Fortini: Ellis, you look like a different person. How did you do it? Maybe I can pass some advice onto the next poor girl who feels that way.
Eilis: I met somebody. An Italian fella.
Miss Fortini: Oh, I'm not passing that on. I'd rather have them homesick than heartbroken. Does he talk about baseball all the time? Or, his
mother?
Eilis: No.
Miss Fortini: Then keep him. There isn't another Italian man like him in New York.
Georgina: Try and remember that sometimes it's nice to meet people who don't know your auntie.
Sheila: Would I get married again? No, I want to be waiting outside the bathroom of my boarding-house forever. Of course, I do. That's why I go to that wretched dance every week. I want to be waiting outside my own bathroom, while some bad tempered fellow with hair growing out of his ears reads the newspaper on the toilet and I wish I was back here, talking to you.
Diana: Have you told Tony yet, Ellis?
Eilis: Of course.
Sheila: Is he taking you out to celebrate?
Eilis: We're going to Coney Island at the weekend.
Patty: Oh, boy.
Eilis: What does that mean?
Patty: Well, do you have a bathing costume?
Eilis: No, I was going to...
Diana: Do you have sunglasses?
Eilis: No.
Sheila: You need sunglasses. I read that if you don't have them on the beach this year, people will talk about you.
Mrs. Keogh: And what will they say, exactly, Sheila?
Dolores: That's
the thing, Mrs Kehoe. You'd never know, because they'd never say it to your face.
Mrs. Keogh: Ellis, from the look of you, you have greasy skin, is that right? What do you do about that?
Eilis: Just... Well, I wash it, Mrs. Keogh, with soap.
Miss McAdam: There is nothing wrong with soap. Soap was good enough for our Lord. I expect.
Mrs. Keogh: Well, which brand did he use, Miss McAdam? Does
the Bible tell you that?
Diana: Our Lord is a man anyway. He didn't care about greasy skin.
Mrs. Keogh: Ladies, no more talk about our Lord's complexion at dinner, please.
Mrs. Keogh: I'll tell you this much: I am going to ask Father Flood to preach a sermon on the dangers of giddiness. I now see that giddiness is the eighth deadly sin. A giddy girl is every bit as evil as a slothful man, and the noise she makes is a lot worse. Now, enough.
Tony: Do you like Italian food?
Eilis: Don't know. I've never eaten it.
Tony: It's the best food in the world.
Eilis: Well, why would I not like it?
Laurenzio: You'll have to go to Ebbets Field if you want to see him in the Summer.
Eilis: They're that important to you?
Tony: Put it this way, if our kids end up supporting the Yankees or the Giants, it would break my heart.