- Bill Cassell: I want that diary, Jack.
- Jack Taylor: Over my dead body.
- [Cassell's henchman Casey produces a large revolver and hands it to Cassell]
- Jack Taylor: I meant that metaphorically. Sorry, Casey, big word.
- Cody Farraher: How is she? Your mam, I mean.
- Jack Taylor: Doing jigs and reels. She's had a stroke, how do you think she is?
- Cody Farraher: You want to talk about it?
- Jack Taylor: I'm an Irish male. I've got one coping mechanism: repression.
- Father Malachy: [greets Jack at the door] Ah, Jack! Didn't recognise you without a pint in your hand.