Michael McBride Quotes in Darby O'Gill and the Little People (1959)

Michael McBride: [singing] Have you ever seen the seagulls a-flyin' o'er the heather, or the crimson sails on Galway Bay the fishermen unfurl? Oh, the Earth is filled with beauty, and it's gathered all together in the form and face and dainty grace of a pretty Irish girl. Oh, she is my dear, my darling one, her eyes so sparklin' full of fun, no other, no other can match the likes of her! She is my dear, my darling one, my smilin' and beguilin' one; I love the ground she walks upon, my darling Irish girl!

[last lines]

Michael McBride: [singing] Oh, she is my dear, my darlin' one / Her eyes so sparklin', full of fun / No other, no other / Can match the likes of her.

Katie O'Gill: [singing] Oh, he is my dear, my darlin' one / His eyes so sparkling, full of fun / No other, no other / Can match the likes of him.

Michael McBride, Katie O'Gill: [singing] S/he is my dear, my darlin' one / My smilin' and beguilin' one / I love the ground s/he walks upon / My darlin' Irish girl/boy.

Katie O'Gill: Your lordship, why didn't ye tell us ye were comin'? I'd have opened the manor house for you.

Lord Fitzpatrick: Oh I'll not be stoppin' here long enough for that. Where's your father?

Katie O'Gill: Well now, let me see, um... I heard him sayin' somthin' about cuttin' the weeds around the summer house. I think he'll have gone to have the smithy sharpen his scythe. I'll fetch him for ye, your lordship.

Lord Fitzpatrick: Well, that's good of you.

[she runs off to the village]

Lord Fitzpatrick: That Katie's a grand girl. Almost makes up for her father.

Michael McBride: What ails him?

Lord Fitzpatrick: Oh nothin' at all, but he retired about five years ago and didn't tell me about it. He'll be down at the inn now tellin' stories.

[Katie's fever breaks]

Molly Malloy: It's a miracle! She's fine an' sonsy like a baby woken from sleep!

[Michael runs in to her]

Katie O'Gill: Michael, what a temper I have.

Michael McBride: [smiling] Well, I like a lively girl.

[Katie is lost on Knocknasheega; a ghostly wail is heard]

Darby O'Gill: The banshee!

Michael McBride: Maybe it's just the wind.

Darby O'Gill: It's the wail of the banshee, the same as I heard the night Katie's mother was taken! She'll be destroyed entirely!

[Katie is about to go after the horse; Michael tries to stop her]

Katie O'Gill: Get out of my way!

Michael McBride: Leave that horse alone.

Katie O'Gill: Do you think I'd stay under your roof another night?

Michael McBride: I'll go to the inn!

Katie O'Gill: You can go to blazes! I'm movin' to the McCarthy house!

Michael McBride: With night comin' down on that mountainside you could get yourself killed! Now give me that halter. I'll get the horse.

[she pulls away, he tries to stop her; she hits him across the face with the halter and runs out after the horse]

Darby O'Gill: Get ready... for the grand surprise

[opens sack]

Darby O'Gill: It's no rabbit.

Michael McBride: [looks in sack] Rabbit or hare, what's the odds?

Darby O'Gill: Rabbit or hare? You're looking at Brian of Knocknasheega, king of all the Leprechauns!

Michael McBride: 'Twas a rabbit I saw.

Michael McBride: What kind of man are you at all, who doesn't believe in the little people?

Pony Sugrue: Maybe you'd like to find out.

Michael McBride: Indeed I would. You know, someone beat me over the head that night, and I thought it was the little people. But when I spoke to King Brian about it, he said that you should take the consequences.

Pony Sugrue: What consequences?

Michael McBride: Indeed, that's what I asked his Majesty. And you know what he said? He said, "If I were you, I'd poke the blackguard in the face."

[they fight; Pony is knocked down]

[Darby finds Michael unconscious]

Darby O'Gill: [smells alcohol on Michael's shirt, slaps him awake] Is it drunk ye are?

[Michael looks up at him, puzzled; smells his shirt and looks at the bottle in his hand, then rubs the back of his head where he was beaten]

Darby O'Gill: Who did it, lad?

Michael McBride: I don't know, but I can guess.

Darby O'Gill: Where's Katie?

Michael McBride: [worried] She's gone after the horse!

Darby O'Gill: [angrily] Did ye let her go alone, in the dark of the night!

Michael McBride: She was in a terror rage at me! An' sure 'twas your fault for not tellin' her the truth in the first place!

Darby O'Gill: [worried] God forgive me, she'll be chasin' a pooka.

Michael McBride: [sees Katie packing] What are you doing?

Katie O'Gill: [shortly] I'm packing. An' if you don't know why, you can read the card.

[Michael reads the card, looks up guiltily]

Katie O'Gill: Why didn't you tell me?

Michael McBride: Your father made me promise that I wouldn't.

Katie O'Gill: [angrily] When are you throwin' us out?

Michael McBride: Oh now, Katie...

Katie O'Gill: *When*?

Michael McBride: Well, today was supposed to have...

Katie O'Gill: You give short notice!

Michael McBride: I don't want you to leave at all!

Katie O'Gill: [angrily] Why not? What does it matter to you if you break an old man's heart? You're a strong young man, you can find work anywhere, but no, you must come here an' take me father's place!

[crying]

Katie O'Gill: No wonder he's chasin' the fairy gold an' him half out of his mind tryin' to keep some little bit of self-respect in the town!

[she shoves a broom into his hands]

Katie O'Gill: Here! You can clean the manor house yourself. It'll be all we can do to move our belonging's out of *your* house this night!

[she turns away]

Michael McBride: [grabs her] Now you listen to me! I don't want your father's job at all, not unless I can have the both of you along with it! I want you to stay here an' be my wife. I love you, Katie, and I think that you love me.

Katie O'Gill: [scornfully] I? Love you?

[she storms out]