Jack Taylor: The Guards

Father Malachy:
You still drinking?

Jack Taylor:
You're still smoking.

Father Malachy:
Me and Bette Davis.

Jack Taylor:
She's dead.

Father Malachy:
My point exactly.

Father Malachy:
[meeting Jack at a road intersection] Ah, Jack! Great news, I gave up smoking.

Jack Taylor:
And I gave up drinking. [they move along in opposite directions, Father Malachy takes another pull at his cigarette]

Passerby:
Ah Jack, I know your father; Paddy, Paddy Taylor, man of subtlety and taste, is he not?

Jack Taylor:
He had his moments.

Passerby:
One deduces, from the use of the past tense, that he is no longer with us. [pause] Or worse, in England.

Jack Taylor:
How come, no matter how long since you've seen the family, nor how much distance you've put between you, they can always push your buttons? Answer: because they installed them.

Jack Taylor:
My father used to say: "Your mother means well". She didn't. Not then. Not ever.