The Quiet Man Page #5

# In a town called Castlemaine

# He was his fathers only son

# His mothers pride and joy

# And dearly did his parents love

# This wild colonial boy

Are you sure you wont change your mind,

and come around home with me?

Dont worry about it.

Ive got my sleeping bag, havent I.

Well, its a nice, soft night.

So, I think Illjoin my comrades,

and talk a little treason.

- Good night, Sean.

- Good night, Michaleen.

(MICHALEEN):
God bless you.

(SEAN YELLS)

(MARY KATE SCREAMS)

So bold one you are.

Who gave you leave to be kissin me?

- So you can talk?

- Yes, I can, I will, and I do.

Its more than talk youll be gettin

if you step closer.

- Dont worry. Youve got a wallop.

- Youll get over it, Im thinkin.

Some things a man doesnt get over so easily.

Like what supposin?

Like the sight of a girl coming through the fields,

with the sun on her hair.

- Kneeling in church, with a face like a saint.

- Saint, indeed.

And now, coming to a mans house

to clean it for him.

But...that was just my way

of bein a good Christian act.

I know it was, Mary Kate Danaher,

and it was nice of you.

Not at all.

- Hello.

- Good morning, Mr Thornton.

- How are you, Fa..Doctor...

- No, no. Mr.

And on formal occasions,

the Reverend Mr Playfair.

And this is Mrs Playfair.

(MRS PLAYFAIR):
Well, Mr Thornton.

You are a wonder.

It looks the way all the Irish cottages

should...and so seldom do.

And only an American

would have thought of emerald green.

- Red is more durable.

- And the roses! How nice.

Youll need lots of horse manure.

Fertiliser, I mean. Horse is the best.

Oh, I brought you a plant.

You know, a primrose by a rivers brink.

Brim, not brink.

The next line ends in hymn.

Poets are so silly, arent they?

Oh, I hope youre not one, Mr Thornton.

- Oh no, maam, I...

- Thornton.

Theres a familiar ring to it.

Ring to it... Thornton...

Its a common name.

Thank you for the plant, Mrs Playfair,

this is damn...darn...awfully nice of you.

Oh?

Its a bed. Excuse me.

- Morning.

- (MAN):
Thats a fine big bed, Mr Thornton.

Biggest one I could find.

Is that a bed or a parade ground?

Oh, a mand have to be a sprinter

to catch his wife in a bed like that.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Whoa!

Mr Flynn... And what are you

all dressed up for, Michaleen Oge?

I ha...

- I have come...

- Oh, I can see that.

- But from whose pub was it?

- P...pub?

Youve a tongue like an adder.

I go about me own business,

and tell Thorn Seanton

hes well off without you.

Wait a minute. What was that?

Well, if you listened

and not be interruptin the matchmaker.

I have come...

- ...at the request of Thorn Seanton...

- Sean Thornton.

Shut up.

...bachelor, and party of the first part...

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