The Banshees of Inisherin 2022 quotes

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Dominic Kearney Barry Keoghan · 3 quotes

Most scenes together: Pádraic Súilleabháin & Colm Doherty (7), Colm Doherty & Siobhan Súilleabháin (3)

The Banshees of Inisherin quotes

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I was too harsh yesterday.

Yesterday, he says! I know well you was too harsh yesterday.

I just... I just have this tremendous sense of time slipping away on me, Padraic. And I think I need to spend the time I have left thinking and composing. Just trying not to listen to any more of the dull things you have to say for yourself. But I am sorry about it. I am, like.

Are you dying?

No, I'm not dying.

But then you have loads of time.

For chatting?

For aimless chatting?

Not for aimless chatting. For good, normal chatting.

So we'll keep aimlessly chatting and my life will keep on dwindling. And in 12 years, I'll die with nothin' to show for it, bar the chats I've had with a limited man, is that it?

I said, "not aimless chatting" I said "Good, normal chatting."

The other night, two hours, you spent talking to me about the things you found in your little donkey's shite that day. Two hours, Padraic. I timed it.

Well it wasn't me little donkey's shite, was it? It was me pony's shite. Which shows how much you were listenin'.

None of it helps me. Do you understand? None of it helps me.

[Colm leaves]

We'll just talk about something else, then!

If you don't stop talkin' to me, and if you don't stop botherin' me, or sendin' your sister or your priest to bother me...

I didn't send me sister to bother you, did I? She has her own mind. Although, I did send the priest though, you have me there.

What I've decided to do is this. I have a set of shears at home. And each time you bother me from this day on, I'll take those shears and I'll take one of me fingers off with them. And I'll give that finger to ya. A finger from me left hand. Me fiddle hand. And each day you bother me more, another I'll take off and I'll give ya until you see sense enough to stop. Or until I have no fingers left. Does this make things clearer to ya?

Not really, no.

Because I don't want to hurt your feelings, Padraic. I don't, like. But it feels like the drastic is the only option left open to me.

You've loads of options left open to ya. How's fingers the first port of call?

Please, don't talk to me no more, Padraic. Please. I'm begging you.

Jonjo Devine

Shush, like, Padraic. Just, you know, shush, like.

Gerry

Yeah, I'd shush, like.

I will shush. Except me and me sister were thinking, you might just be a bit depressed, Colm. And I tell you this much, fingers just confirms it. Don't you think, Colm?

Starting from now.

So, let's just call it quits and agree to go our separate ways, for good this time.

Your fat fingers killed me little donkey today. So, no, we won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.

You're jokin' me.

Yeah, no. I'm not jokin' ya. So tomorrow, Sunday, God's day, around 2:00, I'm going to call up to your house and I'm gonna set fire to it, and hopefully you'll still be inside it. But I won't be checkin' either way. Just be sure and leave your dog outside. I've nothing against that gom. Or you can do whatever's in your power to stop me. To our graves we're taking this. To one of our graves, anyways.

Jesus Christ, Dominic! Would you ever stop creeping up on people? You almost gave me a fecking heart attack!

I wasn't creeping up on ya. I was sliding up on ya.

Between you and that ghoul, Jesus!

I always call her a ghoul, too, because she is a ghoul. Jeez, we have a lot in common, don't we? Me and you. Calling old people ghouls and that. It's a great old lake, isn't it? I'm glad I caught you, actually. Because there was somethin' I was wantin' to ask ya, actually. And discovering how much we have in common... well, it just makes me want to ask you even more.

We don't have anything in common.

Don't skip ahead. But yeah, what I was wantin' to ask you was... Somethin' along the lines of... Should've planned this, really. Well, yeah, what I was wantin' to ask you was... You probably wouldn't ever want to, I don't know... to fall in love with a boy like me, would ya?

Dominic, I don't think so, love.

No, yeah, no. I was thinking no. Not even in the future, like? Like when I'm your age?

[she nods negatively]

Yeah, no, I didn't think so. Just thought I'd ask on the off chance, you know... like "faint heart" and that. Well, there goes that dream. Well... I best go over there and do whatever that thing over there I was gonna do was.

[bursting into Colm's house]

How are ya, fatty? Dancing with your dog, is it? Well who else is gonna dance with ya? Your poor dog has no say in the matter. And if you're too rude to be offering me a seat, I'll be taking one of me own accord! [sits] How's that for an old hello?

Have you gone fecking mental?

Have I gone fecking mental? No I haven't gone fecking mental. Not only have I not gone fecking mental, but I have got ten fingers to prove I'm not fecking mental. How many fingers have you got to prove you're not fecking mental?

Nine fingers.

Nine fingers is the epitome of mental.

Do you know what you used to be?

No, what did I used to be?

Nice! You used to be nice! And now, do you know what you are? Not nice.

Ah, well, I suppose niceness doesn't last then, does it? But will I tell ya something that does last?

What? And don't say somethin' stupid like music.

Music lasts.

And paintings last. And poetry lasts.

So does niceness.

Do you know who we remember for how nice they was in the 17th century?

Absolutely no one. Yet we all remember the music of the time. Everyone, to a man, knows Mozart's name.

Well, I don't, so there goes that theory. And anyway, we're talkin' about niceness. Not what's his name. My mammy, she was nice. I remember her. And my daddy, he was nice. I remember him. And my sister, she's nice. I'll remember her. Forever I'll remember her.

And who else will?

Who else will what?

Remember Siobhan and your niceness? No one will. In 50 years' time, no one will remember any of us. Yet the music of a man who lived two centuries ago...

Now... if I've done somethin' to ya, just tell me what I've done to ya. And if I've said somethin' to ya or maybe if I've said somethin' when I was drunk and forgotten it. But I don't think I've said somethin' when I was drunk and I've forgotten it. But if I did, then tell me what it was. And I'll say sorry for that too Colm. With all me heart, I'll say sorry. Just stop running away from me like some fool of a moody school child.

But you didn't say anything to me. And you didn't do anything to me.

Well that's what I was thinking, like.

I just don't like ya no more.

[hurt and disbelieving]

You do like me.

I don't.

But you liked me yesterday.

Oh, did I, yeah?

I thought you did...

They don't think I'm dim or anything?

You don't seem very sure about it.

Of course, I'm sure about it.

Dominic's the dim one on the island, isn't he?

He is, aye. By miles.

Uh, hang on, by miles. And then, who's the next dimmest?

Well, I don't like to judge people in those terms now, do I?

In what terms?

In order of their dimness.

Well, I know you don't. And neither do I, do I? But try, like.

No! I won't try. There's enough judgy people on this fecking island, so no! You're not dim! You're a nice man, all right? So, move on!

I'm as clever as you, anyways. I know that at least.

Yeah, don't be fecking stupid.

Priest

Do you think God gives a damn about miniature donkeys, Colm?

I fear he doesn't. And I fear that's where it's all gone wrong.

Priest

Wouldn't you say punching a policeman is a sin?

Ah here. If punching a policeman is a sin, we may as well just pack up and go home.

[in a letter]

Dear Padraic, I am safely ensconced in the mainland and, Padraic, it's lovely here. There's a river running past my window as I write, and the people already seem less bitter and mental. I'm not sure why, but I think it's 'cause a lot of them are from Spain. Mostly, I wanted to say there's a spare bed here for you, Padraic. And with the war almost over, I think there'd be work for ya here. Because there's nothing for you on Inisherin. Nothing but more bleakness and grudges and loneliness and spite and the slow passing of time until death. And sure, you can do that anywhere. So come, Padraic. Leave there.