I do worry sometimes I’m just entertaining myself while I stave off the inevitable.[Siobhan Suilleabhain: I think you might be ill, Colm.]
Niceness doesn’t last.
I used to think that’d be a nice thing to be. One of life’s good guys. And now, it sounds like the worst thing I ever heard.
This isn’t about Inisherin. It’s about one boring man leaving another man alone, that’s all.[to Siobhan]
Some things there’s no moving on from. And I think that’s a good thing.
If punching a policeman is a sin, we may as well just pack up and go home.
I prefer him when he’s drunk. It’s all the rest of the time I have the problem with.[to Siobhan, about Padraic]
I fear he doesn’t. And I fear that’s where it’s all gone wrong.[Priest: Do you think God gives a damn about miniature donkeys, Colm?]
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Do you know who we remember for how nice they was in the 17th century? Absolutely no one. Yet we all remember the music of the time. Everyone, to a man, knows Mozart’s name.[to Padraic]
