The Lord tells me He can get me out of this mess, but He’s pretty sure you’re f***ed.[to William]
The Almighty says this must be a fashionable fight. It’s drawn the finest people.
In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God.
If I risk my neck for you, will I get a chance to kill Englishmen?[to William]
I didn’t like him anyway. He wasn’t right in the head.[after killing the assassin]