The Last of the High Kings Quotes
Frankie: It wasn't like Da was a whole lot of use for anything when he was at home, but it always seemed empty when he was gone. Sorta shook the place. With a wave of his hat, he'd signal that I was once again man of the house. What that really meant was absolutely nothing.
Movie: The Last of the High Kings
[Cathleen Griffin furiously confronts her next-door neighbor after he shoo'ed her youngest daughter off their adjoining wall]
Cathleen: You! You! Yes, you with the head on ya! Get over here! How dare you order my child down from her own family wall!
Mr. Figgis: Mrs. Griffin, I have no desire to be confrontational...
Cathleen: This is our wall and my children have every right to walk on it whenever they wish!
Mr. Figgis: All I'm saying is that my wife and family deserve a little privacy. This little girl is walking the wall, making gestures at my children. Now, surely you can see that this is...
Cathleen: Let me tell you something. These are Griffin children. Pure Irish blood, descended from the High Kings of Ireland! They can walk their Celtic wall any time they want, day or night! We're a free people now! No thanks to the likes of you. Why don't you hump off back to Britain!
Mr. Figgis: You seem to be under a misconception as to my nationality.
Cathleen: You're a Proddy, aren't you!
Mr. Figgis: I am Protestant; I am not British!
Cathleen: Well, let me tell you something. My country has been a Republic for nearly thirty years and I'm not about to let our sovereignty be undermined by a bunch of blow-ins.
Mr. Figgis: Madam, I was born and raised in Ireland. I am Irish through-and-through. I am not British, and I did not order this little girl down from her precious wall! I merely requested politely that she refrain from spying on my family.
Cathleen: Spying! Spying, is it?
Mr. Figgis: Well, all I meant...
Cathleen: Oh, yes! The Brits accusing the Irish of spying! Well, this is one fami
Cathleen: You! You! Yes, you with the head on ya! Get over here! How dare you order my child down from her own family wall!
Mr. Figgis: Mrs. Griffin, I have no desire to be confrontational...
Cathleen: This is our wall and my children have every right to walk on it whenever they wish!
Mr. Figgis: All I'm saying is that my wife and family deserve a little privacy. This little girl is walking the wall, making gestures at my children. Now, surely you can see that this is...
Cathleen: Let me tell you something. These are Griffin children. Pure Irish blood, descended from the High Kings of Ireland! They can walk their Celtic wall any time they want, day or night! We're a free people now! No thanks to the likes of you. Why don't you hump off back to Britain!
Mr. Figgis: You seem to be under a misconception as to my nationality.
Cathleen: You're a Proddy, aren't you!
Mr. Figgis: I am Protestant; I am not British!
Cathleen: Well, let me tell you something. My country has been a Republic for nearly thirty years and I'm not about to let our sovereignty be undermined by a bunch of blow-ins.
Mr. Figgis: Madam, I was born and raised in Ireland. I am Irish through-and-through. I am not British, and I did not order this little girl down from her precious wall! I merely requested politely that she refrain from spying on my family.
Cathleen: Spying! Spying, is it?
Mr. Figgis: Well, all I meant...
Cathleen: Oh, yes! The Brits accusing the Irish of spying! Well, this is one fami
Movie: The Last of the High Kings
[Da, Frankie's father, returns home by having the cab driver smash through the front gate. He steps out of the car, lifts a bugle to his lips, and delivers a small toot. He calls in a Shakespearian manner]
Jack Griffin: Come forth, my family, come forth! And see what treasures thy father has brought thee. [He begins pulling presents from the back seat of the car and tossing them as the kids run to him: a large orange bouncing ball, a costume hat, and the like]
Jack Griffin: By the way, somebody has to fix the gate. Frankie! Thou looks perplexed. Place upon thy cranium this hat and go forth. Not fifth.
Jack Griffin: Come forth, my family, come forth! And see what treasures thy father has brought thee. [He begins pulling presents from the back seat of the car and tossing them as the kids run to him: a large orange bouncing ball, a costume hat, and the like]
Jack Griffin: By the way, somebody has to fix the gate. Frankie! Thou looks perplexed. Place upon thy cranium this hat and go forth. Not fifth.
Movie: The Last of the High Kings