Michael Collins:
Give *us* the future, we've had enough of your past. Give us back our country, to live in , to grow in, to love.
Michael Collins:
There was a man in west Cork who proposed to five sisters.
Kitty Kiernan:
I suppose they all refused.
Michael Collins:
Then the father died and he proposed to the mother.
Kitty Kiernan:
Are you trying to tell me something?
Michael Collins:
I was working up to a proposal.
[
Michael Collins arrives at the ceremony to take down the British flag]
British officer:
You're seven minutes late, Mr. Collins.
Michael Collins:
You've kept us waiting 700 years. You can have your seven minutes.
[
as the British flag comes down]
Michael Collins:
So that's what all the bother was about.
Michael Collins:
There is one weapon that the British cannot take away from us: we can ignore them.
Kitty Kiernan:
So which one of you gunslingers is going to ask me to dance?
Harry Boland:
What happens next time?
Michael Collins:
Next time, Harry, we won't play by their rules. We'll invent our own!
Lincoln prison chaplain:
I can't understand your politics, but I appreciate your integrity.
Michael Collins:
I want peace and quiet. I want it so much I'd die for it.
Michael Collins:
I hate them for making hate necessary, and I'll do what I can to end it.
Soames:
The problem with the Irish is that they'll sing at the drop of a hat, but ask them to talk and they won't.
Cathal Brugha:
The Minister is as usual exceeding his brief!
Michael Collins:
And what is my brief, Cathal?
Cathal Brugha:
Intelligence.
Michael Collins:
Bullshit! I'm Minister for Gun-Running, Daylight Robbery, and General Mayhem.
Joe O'Reilly:
You know what he'd say if he saw you right now, Kitty? Get up off the parliamentary side of your ass and put a bit of curve in your face.
Michael Collins:
If they shut me up, who will take my place?
[
Collins and his men have just intercepted an intelligence report from the Royal Irish Constabulary]
Michael Collins:
Jesus, these bastards know more about us than our own mothers.
Harry Boland:
Oh, did you hear there's a butterfly been seen in West Clair? Its wings are green, white, and yellow.
Michael Collins:
Oh, God!
Harry Boland:
The lads say it's a sign.
Michael Collins:
Sign? My... fuck it!
Harry Boland:
I'm tellin' ya.
Michael Collins:
You know the problem with butterflies?
Kitty Kiernan:
What's that?
Michael Collins:
They only last one day.
Harry Boland:
Aye, but what a day, Mick!
Kitty Kiernan:
Is it true, Mick, that all of the women in America wear trousers?
Michael Collins:
Absolutely! Shameless hussies, the lot o' them.
[
first lines]
Joe O'Reilly:
[
dictating a letter] You've got to think of him. The way he was... He was what the times demanded. And life without him seems impossible. But he's dead. And life is possible. He made it possible.
Eamon de Valera:
They call us murderers.
Michael Collins:
War *is* murder! Sheer, bloody murder! Had you been here the past year, you'd know that!
Eamon de Valera:
The Irish people established the Irish Republic. It can only be disestablished by the Irish people.
Michael Collins:
Once I start, they'll be no stopping me.
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