The Last of the High Kings Movie Quotes
Cathleen
Did you commit sex with a Protestant?
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Cathleen
There are plenty of good Protestants.
Frankie
Yeah?
Cathleen
Yeah. It's a shame they're all dead
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Cathleen
Have you forgotten about the Famine?
Dawn Griffin
[trying to get his attention, as his mail has arrived]
Frankie?
Cathleen
How the Brits starved millions of our innocent people just so they could make cakes for that fat bitch Queen across the water? What about 1916? They shot down thousands of innocent Irish revolutionaries! Think of Parnell and Wolfe Tone and poor old Robert Emmet! And now you, you've become a Proddy lover!
Dawn Griffin
[still trying to get his attention]
Frankie.
Frankie
[Frankie finally gets angry with his Ma's lecture and shouts]
Most of the Irish revolutionaries were Protestant! Emmet, Parnell, Wolfe Tone - all Protestant! Half of the so-called heroes who you think of as havin' noble blood were Protestant!
[She looks astounded. She looks over to Father Michael for help, but he nods apologetically. Frankie is right]
Frankie
No. DeValera was American. That's how he missed gettin' shot in 1916!
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Cathleen
Romy Thomas. Her and the other one she runs around with. All hair and legs.
Frankie
At least they aren't hairy legs.
Cathleen
Ha. Watch it, mister. You know what those two girls are? Protestants! You stay away from them. There's an international conspiracy between Communists and Protestants, and I'm not havin' you in the middle of it!
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[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 family you'll never conquer, you Proddy blood-sucker.
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[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.
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Frankie
I had it all planned. College. A place of my own. Hang out all day in cafes with beautiful girls, with legs and blonde hair, that you could talk to about The Stranglers and Hemingway, and who you could spend loads of time in bed with. Instead, I've blown my exams. How absolute was Louis the Fourteenth? Absolutely no idea. Ah, God, I've ruined my life before it's even started. They might as well take me out and shoot me. If I fail, I'm gonna have to get a job. I'm not cut out for that! I'm too young to work!
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Frankie
[Frankie wakes up hungover after partying to celebrate the end of classes]
Seventeen years I've been waitin' for this day. Freedom. The oyster of my life about to open. Instead, it feels like a badger died in my stomach. And I've an awful feeling that nothing will ever change.
[His mother enters the boys' bedroom]
Cathleen
You, Frankie Griffin, are a useless article. You don't do a hand's turn from one end of the day to the other. Look at the state of ya! Eyes fallin' out of your head with the drink. And, and, and the smell of ya! You'd never think of helpin' out around the place, not in a million years. What do you think? You think your shirts and trousers get washed by magic, and march down the path, and throw themselves up on the line? Do you? And what about these socks I keep findin' under your bed? Stained with what, I'd like to know?
[She indicates his younger brother in the bed opposite]
Cathleen
Ray's the only one of you with any decency! I was too soft to use the wooden spoon on your arse when you were growin' up. Shoulda had you put to sleep.
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Jack Griffin
[Frankie knocks on his father's door]
Come in. I know this is an important summer for ya, Frankie, and, uh, I'm sorry that I'm gonna miss it. I don't even know if I'm gonna be back for your birthday. So, so just in case, I, uh...
[He presents Frankie with a goldfish swimming in a bowl]
Jack Griffin
Happy birthday, my boy.
Jack Griffin
You're welcome. Now, you're goin' to University, and you're gonna need spendin' money. So here's what I suggest. You get yourself a summer job.
Frankie
Da. About University. I don't think my exams went all that well.
Jack Griffin
Ah, Frankie, you'll be fine, you'll be terrific. I know it!
Frankie
I been thinkin', maybe I should go away, see the world or something.
Jack Griffin
Oh, no, Frankie. Let the world wait for you!
Frankie
Why do *you* always get to go away?
Jack Griffin
Well, this is something that's very important to me, Frankie. There's even, there's even talk about a film.
Frankie
What I'm tryin' to tell ya is that I probably won't even get into college!
Jack Griffin
Ah, you know, Frankie, I remember, when I was your age, I felt, I felt exactly the same as you.
Frankie
So, how did you do?
Jack Griffin
Oh, I did, I did, I did great. Great. Well, in English.
Frankie
Da, please. I'm serious!
Jack Griffin
I know ya are, son. Look, um, do you have anything special lined up for the summer? Do you have, um, a girlfriend, maybe?
[He laughs a little. Frankie doesn't answer and looks away in annoyance]
Jack Griffin
Look, Frankie, "these few precepts in thy memory keep. This above all: to thine own self be true, for it follows as the day the night, thou canst not be -"
Jack Griffin
Yes.
[He looks defeated, but looks up as Frankie turns to leave, and he says urgently:]
Jack Griffin
Frankie! There's special instructions for feedin' that fish! You can't over-feed him, or, or he'll burst!
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[Jim Davern has unexpectedly come to the house party to celebrate his political victory. He begins flirting with Cathleen, to Frankie's disgust]
Cathleen
Victory is ours! Frankie, Ray, drinks for everyone! Drinks! Jim, come and meet everyone.
[Frankie and Ray retreat to the kitchen to search the cabinets for alcohol]
Frankie
Here we are. For you.
[Ray takes the bottles and reads their labels as Frankie hands them down from the top shelf: "Irish Mist" and so on]
Ray Griffin
Just a tiny bit of bottle.
Frankie
Uh-oh. We've struck gold. There's a couple of full ones here.
[He opens an unlabeled bottle and takes a swig]
Frankie
Aaughh! Poitín.
Ray Griffin
[appreciatively]
Firewater. Moonshine. Hooch. That stuff can drive a man crazy as a cactus.
Frankie
Exactly.
[He grins, thinking of getting all the adults drunk]
Ray Griffin
I don't think it's quite what Ma had in mind. Da said it's for rubbing on the greyhound.
Frankie
Ray, my brother, we don't have a greyhound. It's time for victory punch.
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Frankie
Ah, look at them. Jane Wayne and Romy Thomas: the fruit of the gods. I'm never gonna slow-dance on a moonlit beach and whisper, "I love you, Romy." Or "Jane," whichever one I happen to be dancin' with. No, I'm lookin' at a life sentence. Solitary confinement. What am I gonna do?
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Cathleen
Up with the Republic! Up with the Republic!
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[repeated line]
Nelson Fitzgerald
Nothing's ever gonna be the same.
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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.
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[Da returns to the cab to travel to New York. He flourishes his hat and misquotes a Shakespearian stage direction]
Jack Griffin
And he exits, pursued by a bear.
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[Ray has finished reading to the family a Western story he'd himself written. Da stands, and while orating he leans to pick up a toy dog with hideous orange wheels]
Jack Griffin
Silence! As Foreman of this year's Jury, I have great pleasure in presenting you with the Golden Dog for Literature Par Excellence. Outstanding. Congratulations.
Dawn Griffin
Bleedin' stupid.
Jack Griffin
It is not stupid.
Cathleen
The boy's a genius, that's all there is to it.
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Frankie
When I was a kid, I used to wish for an ordinary family. Sometimes I still do. The only normal one is Noely, who has permanent brain damage from an illness when he was a baby. His body will grow up, but not his mind. He's the only one who doesn't drive me nuts. My Da's an actor. Always goin' abroad for some play somewhere, always lookin' for his big break into films. The rest of them share varying degrees of incurable insanity. It's amazing I turned out okay.
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[Frankie carves lines on his bedroom wall like a prisoner in a cell, counting the days]
Frankie
Today's the thirtieth of June. My exam results should come on the 18th of August. God, it's not long. Forty-nine days, then I'm dead. If I was a *real* rebel, I wouldn't give a damn.
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