The Devilís Own
Edwin Diaz: When are you gonna let me drive?
Tom O'Meara: I don't know, tomorrow.
Edwin Diaz: You've been saying that for three years.
Tom O'Meara: I understand why he's doin' what he's doin'. If I had to endure what he's endured---if I was eight years old and saw my father gunned down in front of my family---I'd be carryin' a gun too, and I wouldn't be wearin' a badge.
[Referring to the men who shot Rory's father]
Tom: Did they catch the fuckers?
Rory: They were the fuckers.
Rory: You're a stupid man, Mr. Burke. You only see me standing between you and your money. You're forgetting about the thousand men standing behind me. That's a mistake.
O'Meara: It's good to have somebody around here who can pee standing up.
Tom O'Meara: What's the money for? I was thinkin' guns. I was thinkin' IRA.
Rory: I need that money Tom!
Tom O'Meara: Why? So other eight-year-olds can watch their fathers gunned down in front of 'em? If this money leaves here, more people will die. Can you tell me that won't happen?
[Looking at a dilapidated boat.]
Rory: Here it is: the Irish Republican Navy.
Rory: All the same, Mr. Fitzsimmoms, if you're not confused, you don't know what's goin' on.
Rory: They say the word peace, but at the end of the day, all they want is surrender.
Rory: Don't look for a happy ending. It's not an American story. It's an Irish one.
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