I’m very drunk and I intend getting still drunker before the evening’s over.

I can’t go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands.

The cause of living in the past is dying right in front of us.

You’re like the thief who isn’t the least bit sorry he stole, but is terribly, terribly sorry he’s going to jail.

It’ll come to you, this love of the land. There’s no getting away from it if you’re Irish.