Michael Collins

Michael Collins:
Give *us* the future, we've had enough of your past. Give us back our country, to live in , to grow in, to love.

Michael Collins:
There was a man in west Cork who proposed to five sisters.

Kitty Kiernan:
I suppose they all refused.

Michael Collins:
Then the father died and he proposed to the mother.

Kitty Kiernan:
Are you trying to tell me something?

Michael Collins:
I was working up to a proposal.

British officer:
You're seven minutes late, Mr. Collins.

Michael Collins:
You've kept us waiting 700 years. You can have your seven minutes.

Michael Collins:
So that's what all the bother was about.

Michael Collins:
There is one weapon that the British cannot take away from us: we can ignore them.

Kitty Kiernan:
So which one of you gunslingers is going to ask me to dance?

Harry Boland:
What happens next time?

Michael Collins:
Next time, Harry, we won't play by their rules. We'll play by our own.

Michael Collins:
I want peace and quiet. I want it so much I'd die for it.

Michael Collins:
I hate them for making hate necessary, and I'll do what I can to end it.

Soames:
The problem with the Irish is that they'll sing at the drop of a hat, but ask them to talk and they won't.

Cathal Brugha:
The Minister is as usual exceeding his brief!

Michael Collins:
And what is my brief, Cathal?

Cathal Brugha:
Intelligence.

Michael Collins:
Bullshit! I'm Minister for Gun-Running, Daylight Robbery, and General Mayhem.

Michael Collins:
If they shut me up, who will take my place?

Michael Collins:
Jesus, these bastards know more about us than our own mothers.