My Left Foot: The Story of Christy Brown

[Christy's father builds him a house next to his parents]

Mrs. Brown:
Well, Christy, that's the nearest he'll ever come to saying I love you.

[Christy's nurse won't light his cigarette because it's bad for his health]

Christy Brown:
I didn't ask for a f***ing psychological lecture. I only asked for a f***ing light.

[writing a suicide note]

Christy Brown:
All is nothing, therefore nothing must end.

[sarcastically offering congratulations to Eileen, his beloved therapist ]

Christy Brown:
Con-gra-tu-la-tions to you and Peter. I'm glad you taught me to speak so I could say that.

Dr. Eileen Cole:
If you work with me, I'll help you say "f*** off" more clearly.

Mr. Brown:
[entering a bar holding nine-year-old Christy] This is Christy Brown, my son. Genius.

Christy Brown:
F*** all love that is not 100 percent commitment!

Mrs. Brown:
Go ahead, Christy. Make your mark.