The Quiet Man Page #4

Im a man from Inisfree, and the best man.

And I bid no welcome to a man fool enough

to pay 1000 pounds for a bit of land

that isnt worth 200!

True for you, squire.

(MAN):
Didnt I hear of someone

named Danaher bid 810?

Get your book out.

Put his name down: Dermot Fahy.

F-A-H-Y. No es, Squireen Danaher.

If you were half the man you think you are,

you wouldnt begrudge a Thornton

the right to his birthplace.

- What right has he to a land hes never worked?

- Its Thornton land, isnt it?

- Youve too much of your own as it is.

- Quiet, if you please.

Parliamentary procedure.

Squire Danaher has the floor.

If I had the floor...

- ...Id hit that big ape with it.

- Hold on.

I dont blame Mr Danaher for gettin on his ear.

Whos on his ear? Why, you and ten like you

couldnt put a Danaher on his ear.

- Its just a way of speaking...

- Mind your ways, then.

The point is, its already done. I own

the property now, and since were neighbours...

Neighbours? Neighbours...

Never!

And if I so much as catch you putting

one foot on my property, I...I...

And, oh, another thing.

You keep away from my sister Mary Kate.

Shes not for the likes of you.

Where I come from, we dont talk

about our womenfolk in saloons.

You sort of make a habit of it.

This morning it was widow Tillane.

- Whats that?

- Thats true. Its ashamed you should be.

Hey, look, Im not accusing Mary Kate.

Its him.

Why, this very moment,

let him deny it if he can.

At the back of the chapel,

he took liberties that he shouldnt have.

- I said good morning to her.

- Good morning?

- It was good night you had on your mind.

- Thats a lie.

(MUSIC STOPS)

- Thats a what?

- I said thats a lie.

Thats a word I take from no man!

Put up your fists.

- Im not gonna fight you.

- But Im gonna...

Thank you.

(FATHER):
Danaher!

Whats the matter with you?

(FORBES):
Hes drunk!

Feeney, take him home, will you.

(FEENEY):
Dont soil your knuckles on the man.

- Come on, what do you say?

- Never.

Take the mans hand, or Ill read your name

on a mass on Sunday.

- (FEENEY):
Take it.

- Id join the Church of Ireland first.

As if theyd have you.

Shake his hand like I tell you.

- (FEENEY):
Come on, come on.

- Shake hands?

Its a good grip you have.

I always hated a flappy handshake myself.

Father Paul!

Michaleen, introduce me to this quiet,

peacelovin man of yours.

I have a strange notion

were going to be friends, Yank.

Give me a minute.

Just let some blood run back into this.

Sean Thornton... His grandfather,

a grand man he was, was hung in Australia.

I could tell you blood-curdlin stories about him,

but me throat...

(SEAN):
All right, come on.

# He was born and bred in Ireland

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