Conor Quotes in Song of the Sea (2014)

Conor: [on his daughter's seal skin] I threw it away... I should've done it years ago

Conor: [locks his daughter's seal skin in a chest which he throws overboard] I lost you Bron... I can't lose her as well

Conor: It's like, when you don't know someone, they're more interesting. They can be anything you want them to be.

Eamon: Yeah?

Conor: But when you know them, there's limits to them.

Conor: [to Barry] Maybe you're living in my world. I'm not living in yours. You're just material for my songs.

Conor: [to Barry] You only have the power to stop things, but not to create.

Darren: What does "happy-sad" even mean? How can we be both things? It makes no sense.

Conor: It means that I'm stuck in this shithole full of morons and rapists and bullies, and I'm gonna deal with it, okay? It's just how life is. I'm gonna try and accept it and get on with it, and make some art.

Eamon: So how does that affect our music?

Conor: Positively.

Conor: What about "La Vie"?

Darren: What's that mean?

Conor: It's French for "The Life."

Garry: What's French for, uh, "That's not gonna be the name of the band"?

Conor: "Ce n'est pas le nom du groupe."

Garry: There you go.

Eamon: So how do you mean you're "happy-sad"?

Darren: Yeah, how're we supposed to market that?

Conor: It means we're not pop anymore.

Eamon: We were pop? Listen, I'm happy being anything. I just want to play music.

Conor: That's fine. Be who you are, Eamon.

Eamon: Well, I don't know who I am. Maybe I'm happy-sad, too. I don't know.

[Conor and Eamon put on costumes for a music video]

Eamon: It's me da's show band outfit.

Garry: So it's a gay band? Okay.

Conor: Coming from the one who wants to look like the Village People.

Garry: What's gay about the Village People?

Conor: I think she's this amazing human being. Never seen anyone like her. The way she talks and looks. She wears these sunglasses, and when she takes them off, her eyes... are like the clouds clearing to let pass the moon.

Brendan: Ffuuh...

Conor: Sometimes I just wanna cry lookin' at her.

Brendan: How d'you know he's her boyfriend anyway?

Conor: It seemed like it. Pulled off in his car, music blaring. He's pretty cool.

Brendan: What was he listening to?

Conor: Genesis.

Brendan: He will not be a problem.

Conor: Really?

Brendan: Trust me. No woman can truly love a man who listens to Phil Collins.

Eamon: Or Duran Duran. What do you think of them?

Conor: Jury is out on which way those guys'll go. They're a lot of fun, and James Taylor is one of the most proficient bass players in the UK at the moment, giving them a funky edge.

Eamon: John Taylor.

Conor: Yeah, John! Of course!

Conor: Will you help me write a song?

Eamon: Always.

Brendan: You want to have actual sexual intercourse, right?

Conor: Yeah. What, what?

Brendan: The girl. It's all about the girl, isn't it?

Conor: Yeah, the girl, yeah.

Brendan: And you're gonna use somebody else's art to get her? Are you kidding?

Brendan: Think big, Conor. This is just a means to an end. And she looks amazing. She's got to be in all the videos.

Conor: Yeah?

Brendan: Oh, yeah. She's world class. Without her, you're just a bunch of gay-looking kids down an alleyway.

Brother Baxter: Head down to the toilet and remove the makeup right now.

Conor: Why?

Brother Baxter: Because I told you to.

Conor: But I'm in a band. It's a school band, and I think it's important that we have a look.

Brother Baxter: You're a man. Men don't wear makeup.

Conor: But why not? People in the 18th century wore makeup. That means people like Mozart wore makeup, and he was a man.

Conor: Anyway, what about the band?

Eamon: The band will be fine. Just go to London and get a record deal, come back and get us out of this shithole.

Conor: That's not a bad idea, actually.

Raphina: Jesus Christ, what are you all wearing?

Conor: Yeah, we're just working that out, so... maybe you can help.

Conor: D'you wanna write a new song?

Eamon: Yes, I do.

Conor: Ok, so this is our last song. It's called Brown Shoes. And it's for every Christian Brother and for every bully you ever knew.

Colleen: I made a picture of me and Marley, Mommy wrote what I said Dear Marley I'll never forget you forever and there's kisses and hugs

John Grogan: That's pretty, why don't you put it there

[on the blanket covering Marley]

Conor: Dear Marley I love you more than anything in the whole world, I hope you like heaven and have lots of things to chew on, your brother Connor Richard Grogan

John Grogan: That's a good one.

Jennifer Grogan: Patrick do you want to say something?

Patrick: No.

Jennifer Grogan: I want to give him something

[takes off her necklace, to John]

Jennifer Grogan: your Dad gave me this to celebrate the beginning of our family but our family had already begun

[to Marley]

Jennifer Grogan: goodbye clearance dog.

Jennifer Grogan: Hi guys, alright, say hello to Colleen!

Conor: Daddy says her name is 'whoops'!

Conor: There are two things you need for an adventure, a treasure map and someone dumb enough to go with you.

Conor: If I was looking for stuff, stuff would be found.

Conor: Has it really been seven years since you had sex?

Dick Dickey: Seven and a half.

Conor: Mm, I'm seven and a half. Solved.

Conor: Your stories never made sense to me.

The Monster: Because humans are complicated beasts. You believe comforting lies, while knowing full well the painful truth that makes those lies necessary. In the end, Conor, it is not important what you think. It is only important what you do.

Conor: So what do I do?

The Monster: What you did just now. You speak the truth.

Conor: That's all?

The Monster: You think it's easy? You were willing to die rather than speak it.

Conor: What do I do?

The Monster: Now all that is left is for you to speak the simplest truth of all.

Conor: I don't want you to go.

Mum: I know my love.

Conor: I don't want you to go...

Conor: How does the fourth story end?

The Monster: It ends with a boy holding on tight to his mother. And by doing so... he can finally let her go.

The Monster: Here is the end of the tale.

Conor: I'm afraid.

The Monster: Of course you are afraid.It will be hard, it will be more than hard. But you will make it through, Conor O'Malley.

Conor: You'll stay?

The Monster: I will be right here.

[first lines]

Conor: [having a nightmare] Mama! Mama!

Conor: [waking] How does the story begin?

The Monster: It begins like so many stories. With a boy, too old to be a kid. Too young to be a man. And a nightmare.

Conor: Belief is half of all healing

Conor: [CONOR walks back into the main room where MICHELLE is sitting on the couch. There are two whiskies on the table in front of her] I see you've been to New York.

Michelle: Yeah, have you?

Conor: No, I nearly went.

Michelle: You should go, it's a cool place.

Conor: I should have done a lot of things.

Michelle: Oh, like what?

Conor: Oh you know things.

[MICHELLE smiles. CONOR points to a scar MICHELLE has between her eyebrows]

Conor: What's that?

Michelle: What?

Conor: That.

Michelle: [CONOR makes a gesture towards her forehead. MICHELLE smiles] Do you want the truth or a lie?

Conor: Whatever?

Michelle: I was bitten by a swan.

Conor: Bitten by a swan, yeah?

[CONOR leans over and kisses her tenderly]

Michelle: It's always been in my head. My Dad said I'd be a good lawyer. Argumentative kid, apparently.

Conor: Do you like it?

Michelle: It's good money.

Conor: That's not what I asked.

Michelle: Ah you know, you win some, you lose some.

Conor: I'd say you don't like losing.

Michelle: No I don't. You ask a lot of questions.

Conor: I'm interested.

Michelle: In law?

Conor: What do you think?

Michelle: I think there's more to you than meets the eye.

Conor: Do you?

Michelle: Maybe. My turn.

Conor: Ah look I'll save you the bother. Male, early thirties, works in pub, smoker. Seeks similar, no time wasters kinda thing.

[MICHELLE laughs]

Conor: I meet a lot of interesting people in my job too. Every day there's people coming in telling me all kinds of stuff. New faces, new stories. I think people find it easier to say things to strangers.

Michelle: Do you like strangers?

Conor: Have you got any sweets?

[MICHELLE laughs]