Rory Quotes in The Devil's Own (1997)

Rory: Don't look for a happy ending. It's not an American story. It's an Irish one.

[Referring to the men who shot Rory's father]

Tom O'Meara: Did they catch the fuckers?

Rory: They were the fuckers.

Tom O'Meara: What's the money for? I was thinkin' guns. I was thinkin' IRA.

Rory: I need that money Tom!

Tom O'Meara: Why? So other eight-year-olds can watch their fathers gunned down in front of 'em? If this money leaves here, more people will die. Can you tell me that won't happen?

Rory: You're a stupid man, Mr. Burke. You only see me standing between you and your money. You're forgetting about the thousand men standing behind me. That's a mistake.

Tom O'Meara: [upset] I've fired my gun four times on the street. Four times in 23 years.

Rory: Ya pick up a gun, sooner or later, someone gets a bullet.

Tom O'Meara: The killing's got to stop, Frankie.

Rory: Then you'll have to kill to stop it. Get's a bit complicated, doesn't it?

[Looking at a dilapidated boat]

Rory: Here it is: the Irish Republican Navy.

Rory: All the same, Mr. Fitzsimmoms, if you're not confused, you don't know what's goin' on.

Rory: They say the word peace, but at the end of the day, all they want is surrender.

Annie O'Meara: Rory, are you married?

Rory: No.

Annie O'Meara: You marry me?

Rory: [laughs] I'll have to ask your dad first.

Billy Burke: Hey Rory. You might wanna tell Sean about this.

Rory: Maybe I'll give him a call.

Billy Burke: You could if he was home. But he's not home. You wanna see him? I know he wants to see you.

Billy Burke: Go get the money and we can do the deal. There's a warehouse at 12th and 7th. I'll be waiting. And please don't fool around... or I'll kill your friend.

Rory: Stupid man!

Rory: Man with hooks? Man with hooks! Hey, I think I see a man with hooks! Is that... a sign?

Kat: See? This can't be happening because... my career's at a peak, I finally met a quality guy, I just bought a house...

Rory: Maybe if you shut the fuck up, we'll live.

Kat: Yeah. Like I'm gonna take advice from you.

Rory: You're gonna die after me, right?

Kimberly Corman: Yeah, I guess so.

Rory: Would you take these?

[handing over keys and wallet]

Rory: And if I die, uhm... would you throw away my drugs... and my paraphernalia... my porno...

[pauses]

Rory: Just, you know, everything that's gonna break my mom's heart... please?

Kimberly Corman: [nods]

Rory: Thank you.

Nora: Do you have any valium?

Kat: Yeah.

[Nora takes the pill]

Kat: You're only supposed to take half of that.

Rory: Keep 'em coming.

Rory: Yeah, like, what if we're all getting that "Diff'rent Strokes" curse or something?

Rory: [after Burke drives past him, to himself] What? Not wearing my seatbelt. You gon' bust me, bitch?

Rory: The next one is in this car with us, is it really safe to be sitting next to him or her?

[pointing at Kat and mouthing]

Rory: Hopefully her.

Bartleby Gaines: And they all paid first semester's tuition?

Rory: Yep. 10,000 bucks apiece. I stopped counting after the first 100 checks.

Glen: That's 74 million dollars.

Rory: It's a million dollars, Glen.

Glen: Yeah... In human dollars.

Bartleby Gaines: Hey Rory, hows it goin? What's wrong?

Rory: I... I... I- I didn't get into Ya- I didn't get into... I-I-I I didn't get into Yal- I didn't get into Yale.

Bartleby Gaines: What? Why not?

Rory: Well, there's no room for Rory at Yale! No, too many mediocre rich kids with well-connected parents.

Rory: Ever since nursery school, every single waking moment of every single day has been scheduled. So what do I want to do? Nothing.

Bartleby Gaines: Cheap, zen, beautiful. I like it.

Rory: I don't want to work at Southwest Airlines. They make you do the limbo. I would be the laughingstock of the grindcore community.

Rory: That's Grossberger. The biggest mass murderer in the history of the southwest? My dear, he killed his entire family and all of his relatives in one weekend and then he killed some more people that reminded him of his family!

Rory: That's Blade. He runs the third world side of Cell Block 2. My dear, till Grossberger came along he held the axe murder record in the south-west! He's the one I'm gonna get you the cheeseburger from. How do you like it, medium?

Harry Monroe: Oh no, I don't want no cheeseburger, I'm trying to, er, keep my weight down.

Rory: Don't worry about him, I'll protect you. I'll protect you!

Harry Monroe: I'm getting a little podge.

Rory: For some reason I make him uneasy!

[Waves in a very camp manner toward Blade]

Harry Monroe: I wonder why? Hi

[waves at Blade]

Harry Monroe: . I'm going!

[Calls after Skip]

Harry Monroe: Skip my friend.

[Then, to Rory]

Harry Monroe: Excuse me would you?

Rory: I'll come with you.

Harry Monroe: Awwwww... shit!

[Harry slaps Rory's hand when he touches his hand]

Harry: Do you mind? What'd you kill your step-father for anyway?

Rory: Criticizing my new fur jacket... and... slapping my hand.

[Harry puts Rory's hand back on his hand]

Rory: Awww, the wee Tom-Tom. Goo goo, ga ga.

Colin 'Coco' Bryce: Shut your fuckin' mouth, you, ya specky git.

[before leaving the Carrigmore institution]

Rory: If I've said or done anythin' earlier to offend ya' at any time, then... good!

[Police have just pulled Rory's car over. They realise he's disabled and are going to put him back in his chair]

Rory: Aren't you going to arrest me?

Garda Sergeant: No.

Rory: That's discrimination! Look, you're only doing that because I'm disabled. It's me civil right to be arrested!

Michael Connolly: Have you ever had a girlfriend?

Rory: Well, I've had more girlfriends than you've had speech therapy sessions, so...

Rory: [looking at Michael] You have the future, Michael. That's what *I* call a gift.

[Rory has just arrived at Carrigmore and is introducing himself]

Rory: Rory O'Shea. Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. Besides the full vocal range, I have the use of two fingers of my right hand, sufficient for self-propulsion and self-abuse. You can shake me hand or kiss me arse - but don't expect me to reciprocate.

[to the other patients in the home, who view his effervescent introduction of himself with apathy or disapproval]

Rory: So is it *always* this much fun here? Or is today somebody's birthday?

Boy: Are you a goblin?

Rory: No, I am not a fuckin' goblin!

Siobhan: Can I ask you something? Were you born like this?

Rory: Like what?

Siobhan: Dodgy hair and shit taste in music.

Rory: [explaining why he can understand Michael's speech] I spent six years in a class sitting next to a kid that makes you sound like Laurence Fucking Olivier.

Rory: [on using the money from the charity collection tin at the pub] It's funding for the needs of the disabled. I'm disabled and I need a drink.

Rory: [at the foot of the steps to the flat which the estate agent is showing them] There's a bit of a problem. Can you guess what it is?

Siobhan: Michael, I made a mistake. I thought I could do this but... I'm leavin'.

[Michael begs her not to go]

Rory: Michael, don't beg, it's undignified... Michael, parakeets don't mate with armadillos, that's the end of it!

Siobhan: That's a filthy bloody thing to tell him!

Rory: Is it? It's the truth!

Siobhan: Oh, it's the truth you want, is it? Okay, here's some. If you want to be equal, then you have to show people the SAME respect that you demand of them! In the real world, if you INSULT some guy in a pub, you EXPECT to get hammered! If you come home in the middle of the night, you don't EXPECT to find the help waiting in and if a woman says no to you, you accept that maybe you're NOT the right man for her. You don't ASSUME you have an automatic right to love because you're in a wheelchair!

Rory: Siobhan... You said you were goin'. I think you should go... Fuck off! I mean it!

Siobhan: You know what your disability is? You're an arsehole!

Rory: [after Siobhan tells Rory there should be rules] It's not your job to make rules. Your job's to do exactly what we tell you to do! I do the interpreting. You do the cleaning, making the tea, cleaning up after us. You're our servant, Siobhan. Our skivvy. Our slave...

Siobhan: Are you going to shut up, or am I going to have to make you?

Rory: I'd like to see you try!

Siobhan: [she covers his mouth] Just remember, you're a servant too... Mister Interpreter...

Rory: Rory O'Shea was here.

Michael Connolly: Rory O'Shea *is* here.

[Michael points to his own heart]

[after Siobhan has handed in her notice as their carer]

Rory: Take a letter, Michael. To Dublin City Council. "Dear Sir or Madam. As wheelchair users with suicidal intentions, I must protest at a lack of facilities. None of the bridges are equipped with easy parapet access, thus curtailing the rights of the disabled to throw themselves in. Yours in *disgust*, Rory Gerard O'Shea and Michael Connolly."

Rory: That's Craig? What is *he* doing here?

Danny: I brought him.

Damien: How many British soldiers in the country, Tim?

Tim: Too many.

Damien: How many?

Teddy: About ten thousand, Damien.

Damien: Ten Thousand. Tans, artillery units, machine-gun car, cavalry...

Teddy: And many more besides. What's your point, Damien?

Damien: It's young men like Micheail we're talkin' about, Teddy.

Teddy: Micheail was a real Irishman, Damien.

Ned: You're a coward, Damien.

Damien: I'm a coward? And you're a hero, isn't it, Ned? You're gonna take down the British army with your hurley, is that it?

Rory: For Christ's sake, Damien. What about Micheail?

Damien: Look, Micheail was killed because he wouldn't say his name in English. Is that what you call a martyr, Teddy, is it?

Sinead: So we should all buy a one-way ticket to London, is that it, Damien?

Rory: Want to play a game of hide and clap?

Rory: The possessed kills those who abuse drugs and blackmail girls for sex.

[last lines]

Rory: Just don't tell mom okay?

Rory: [on Devon] She's lying