- [the Blessed Virgin Mary is exasperated by the Butcher Boy's slowness to act]
- Our Lady: For fuck's sake, Francie!...
- Francie Brady: I'm sorry about all this, sergeant. Do you think they'll hang me?
- Policeman: I'm afraid there's no more hanging.
- Francie Brady: Sergeant, what's this world coming to?
- Narrator: [voice over] Excuse me, moon, have you got something to say or are you saying the rosary too?
- Francie Brady: House, you are a disgrace! I have so much tidying up to do, I don't know where to start.
- Narrator: [voice over] And that was the end of the goldfish, because from now on I was gonna be good. And if anyone was looking for Francie the Bad Bastard, they wouldn't find him.because he was busy gettig the Francie-Not-a-Bad-Bastard-Anymore diploma.
- Da Brady: It wasn't always like this, son. You'll never know how much I loved that woman.
- Francie Brady: "May the curse of Christ light upon you, you bitch. The day I took you out of that hole of a shop in Derry was a bitter one for me."
- Da Brady: I came here to see you, son. If only you knew.
- Francie Brady: You have no son. You put me in a home like her. What did *I* do? What did I do?
- Da Brady: I loved you like no father ever loved a son, Francie.
- Narrator: [voice over] It was hard for him to say it. I could barely hear him. It would have been better if he drew out and hit me.
- Francie Brady: Okay, now, the boiler house, why did they lock me in there? Well, Father Tiddley and his bloody mickey, why else? Imagine it, Joe, a priest wanting you to wear bonnets. I said, "No, Father. No bonnets. Not until you fork out the chocolates." Man, Joe, you should've seen the face on him.
- Narrator: [voice over, talking about the mental hospital] And that's the garage for you. Bogmen at Mass thinking they're at a football match. And that's when I says: "Whatever it takes, Francie Brady's getting out of this garage for pigs."
- Narrator: [voice over] There's only one place for aliens. And that's underneath the rotten cabbages in the brock heap.
- Narrator: [voice over] They put Francie Brady in the garage for bad bastards and gave him a new job making baskets. And after he'd made a million trillion baskets they said they'd let him out again.
- Narrator: [voice over, Frankie sees a statue of Our Lady in a grotto] Oh fuck, oh Mother of Jesus.
- Adult Francie Brady: Hello, stranger.
- Our Lady: How are you, Francie?
- Adult Francie Brady: Haven't seen you for a power of years.
- Our Lady: It's not that I haven't been thinking of you, Francie.
- Adult Francie Brady: What are you doing, missus, still talking to the likes of me?
- Our Lady: God loves every one of us, Francie. But you know something, Francie? He has a very special place in his heart for you.
- Adult Francie Brady: Oh no, missus, you'll have to stop this appearing and disappearing crack or they'll put me back in there.
- Da Brady: There was no whiskey then, son. Only the sea and the waves. We said the rosary on the rocks.
- Francie Brady: Well, I don't no if my Da' was a pig or not, but one thing she was right about; he sure could drink. He was the best drinker in the town.
- Narrator: [voice over] And the Francie Brady Not a Bad Bastard Anymore Award goes to--Great God, I think it's Francie Brady!
- Francie Brady: You can do one bad thing, can't you, Joe? You can do one bad thing. That doesn't mean for the rest of your life everyone's going to say, "He did it! It's him! He did the bad thing!"
- Joe Purcell: No. And even if they did, what we'd say is that we don't care, we're too busy.
- Francie Brady: That's what we would say. We'd say, "Excuse us, we're too busy!"
- Joe Purcell: Yeah, and we'd say, "Mind your own business."