Og Quotes in Noah (2014)

Og: Watchers have learned to fear men.

Young Ham: Then why are you helping us?

Og: The Creator formed us on the second day. They day He made the heavens. We watched over Adam and Eve. Saw their frailty and their love. And then we saw their fall. And we pitied them. We were not stone then, but light. It was not our place to interfere. Yet we chose to try and help mankind. and when we disobeyed The Creator, He punished us. We were encrusted by your world. Rock and mud shackled our fiery glow. Still, we taught mankind all we knew of Creation. With our help they rose from the dust, became great and mighty. But then they turned our gifts to violence. Only one man protected us. Your grandfather Methuselah. We were hunted, Most of us killed. Those who lived were left prisoners in these stony shells, marooned upon this barren land. We begged The Creator to take us home. But He was always silent. And now you claim that you have heard His call. Samyaza cannot accept this. A man? When it is men who broke the world. But I look at you and I see a glimmer of Adam again. The man I knew. The man I came to help.

[after being mortally wounded by Tubal-cain, Samyaza looks up and sees the heavens open]

Samyaza: [weakly] My Creator... forgive me.

[Samyaza explodes and his angel form ascends back to heaven]

Og: [to the other Watchers] The Creator brings him home!

Noah: We are to see Methuselah. My grandfather.

Samyaza: A child of the old one? You should have killed them.

Og: But, Samyaza...

Samyaza: This is a man, Og. Do you forget how they betrayed The Creator?

Noah: It is He who sends us?

Samyaza: It lies. Leave them here to rot.

Wally: Lads! Here's to stinking rich!

All: Yeah!

Fidgit: And to Kevin.

All: Yeah, Kevin!

Og: Stinking Kevin.

Fidgit: We should've stayed home making trees.

Randall: Oh shut up.

Fidgit: How could we have been so stupid?

Og: I don't know.

Pansy: Help! Robbers!

Og: Hey! That's us!

Francois: TrËs bien, now tomorrow you kick me in the nuts.

Og: And the next day I'll get kicked.

Christopher Watkins: And then what?

Christopher Watkins: We can't get kicked in the nuts every day, she'll get suspicious!

Finian McLonergan: You're an imposter! You can't be leprechaun you're too tall!

Og: I know, and I'm getting taller!

Finian McLonergan: How dare you come back here! Didn't I tell you you were an optical delusion?

Og: I was ready to believe you yesterday but not today. Today I have proof!

Finian McLonergan: What proof?

Og: Does an optical illusion feel such a hungry yearning burning inside of him? Does an optical illusion feel the beat, beat, beat of the tom-tom in the roaring traffic's boom in his lonely room?

Finian McLonergan: Are you flying high and wide on a magic carpet ride full of butterflies inside?

Og: Aye, and what's worse, smoke keeps coming out of me eyes.

Finian McLonergan: You go round like an elevator lost in the tide?

Og: That's the feeling! Day and night, night and day!

Og: [singing] When I'm not near the girl I love/ I love the girl I'm near!

Og: [after being kissed passionately] Fairy land was never like this!

Og: What fools these mortals be!

Finian McLonergan: How are things in Glocca Morra?

Og: Oh, alas, alack, and willy-wally! I weep for Ireland.

Finian McLonergan: Why, what's happened?

Og: A blight has fallen over Ireland!

Finian McLonergan: The British are back?

Og: Never have I seen such a curse befall a folk in all me four hundrend and fifty... nine years! Poor Ireland!

Finian McLonergan: Poor Ireland!

Og: Suffering Ireland! The native land!

Finian McLonergan: Me native land! A fine lot of faery folk you are! You and your associates letting all this happen! Why don't you wish it away?

Og: We've lost the power!

Finian McLonergan: You've lost the power to make wishes? What has Ireland to live for now! Answer me that!

Og: Doom and gloom! DOOOOOOOOM AND GLOOOOOOOOM!

Finian McLonergan: Who's the author of this foul outrage?

Og: A monster, McLonnergan!

Finian McLonergan: A monster? You mean the old flame-breathing type with the head of a dragon?

Og: Oh, no, this is a tiny wee monster, about... your size.

Finian McLonergan: Lead me to him! Who is this monster?

Og: You'll excuse me for pointing, Mr. McLonnergan... but it's you.

Finian McLonergan: Leprechaun, I've come to a decision! I deny your existence! You're only a figment of me imagination!

Og: I am?

Finian McLonergan: And I'll prove it to myself by walking right through you!

[He walks toward Og]

Finian McLonergan: Step aside!

[Og jumps out of the way]

Finian McLonergan: There, you see?

Og: Oh, this is dreadful! I don't exist.

[Sharon pulls Og out of a well]

Sharon McLonergan: Well, this is a fine kettle of fish! And how do you explain these strange shenanigans?

[Og hiccups]

Sharon McLonergan: Well, if you won't speak, back into the well with you.

Og: Oh, no!

[jumps out]

Sharon McLonergan: So, you've found your tongue. Why were you hiding in that well?

Og: I wasn't hiding. Somebody had set me on fire and I had to put myself out.

Sharon McLonergan: Who was it that put the torch to you.

Og: It was a sunbeam.

Sharon McLonergan: A sunbeam?

Og: A sunbeam disguised as a fairy queen. But you can't fool me, I know a sunbeam when I see one.

Sharon McLonergan: Do you feel a warmish, kind of glowish, peculiarish sensation?

Og: No... it's a sort of quiverish, shiverish, flibberty-gibberish sensation!

Sharon McLonergan: Does it make you feel hummingbirds in your heart?

Og: Butterflies in my feet!

Sharon McLonergan: Bees in your bonnet!

Og: [dancing] Stars in my britches!

Sharon McLonergan: It makes you want to dance!

Og: [falls over] I hadn't noticed.

Senator Billboard Rawkins: I can't show my face.

Og: What's wrong with your face?

Senator Billboard Rawkins: Are you blind, boy? I'm black!

Og: I think it's very becoming.

Senator Billboard Rawkins: It is NOT! I'm a white man, dammit! A white man! At least I was, up until a couple of days ago.

Og: Well, that's a coincidence! I was green a couple of weeks ago! Don't you find the occasional change of color interesting?

Og: I'll have to alter your personality. Stand up please.

Senator Billboard Rawkins: Why don't you leave me alone?

Og: Oh, this won't be a bit hard. All we have to do is broaden out that narro mind, reduce some of the bigotry, and your pomposity won't show through at all. Wait till everyone sees you in your new spring psyche. People will say you're in love. Now - 'Fiddle, foddle, foil and fiddle/ cure this fuddled individual / whirl, ye waters and unwind/ this tangled, medieval mind / breath of bee and bluebird's wing / make his scowling spirits sing / balm of briar, sandlewood / season him with brotherhood / magic vapors, make this person a better person / Not a worse 'un.' - He sleeps! The cure's beginning to work!

Og: Sharon, you're the only one! The only one...

[sees he is talking to Susan]

Og: But you're not Sharon at all! You're Susan the Silent. And yet I feel the same frenzy for you. Is this what it's like to be mortal? Is every girl the only girl? I'm beginning to like it!

Finian McLonergan: Have you forgotten my daughter, Sharon?

Og: [with Susan in his arms] Of course not! She's the woman I love - present company excepted.