Bono:
Now lemme tell you somethin'. I've had enough of Irish Americans who haven't been back to their country in twenty or thirty years come up to me and talk about the resistence, the revolution back home. And the glory of the revolution, and the glory of dyin' for the revolution. Fuck the revolution! They don't talk about the glory of killing for the revolution. What's the glory in takin' a man from his bed and gunnin' him down in front of his wife and his children? Where's the glory in that? Where's the glory in bombing a Rememberance Day parade of old-aged pensioners, their medals taken out and polished up for the day. Where's the glory in that? To leave them dyin', or crippled for life, or dead, under the rubble of a revolution that the majority of the people of my country don't want. Sing no more!

Bono:
Am I bugging you? I don't mean to bug ya.

The Edge:
If I had feet like those, I wouldn't want them in the film.

Larry:
If I had a head like yours, I'd bleedin' bury it.

Larry:
When I got there I enjoyed it and all but seeing the grave and the eternal flame and all that, it seemed very distant. I wish he hadn't been buried in the, um, in the backyard, I really wish he'd been buried somewhere where I couldn't have gone, I would have felt better, you know

Larry:
it's just one of those things...

Bono:
This is the song Charles Manson stole from the Beatles. We're stealin' it back.

Bono:
Um... yeah... well, uh, the Edge can do that.