The Banshees of Inisherin

• Colm Doherty: Ah, well, I suppose niceness doesn't last then, does it, Padraic? But will I tell ya something that does last?
• Pádraic Súilleabháin: What? And don't say somethin' stupid like music.
• Colm Doherty: Music lasts.
• Pádraic Súilleabháin: Knew it!
• Colm Doherty: And paintings last. And poetry lasts.
• Pádraic Súilleabháin: So does niceness.
• Colm Doherty: Do you know who we remember for how nice they was in the 17th century?
• Pádraic Súilleabháin: Who?
• Colm Doherty: Absolutely no one. Yet we all remember the music of the time. Everyone, to a man, knows Mozart's name.
• Pádraic Súilleabháin: Well, I don't, so there goes that theory. And anyway, we're talkin' about niceness. Not what's his name. My mammy, she was nice. I remember her. And my daddy, he was nice. I remember him. And my sister, she's nice. I'll remember her. Forever I'll remember her.
• Colm Doherty: And who else will?
• Pádraic Súilleabháin: Who else will what?
• Pádraic Súilleabháin: Remember Siobhan and your niceness? No one will. In 50 years' time, no one will remember any of us. Yet the music of a man who lived two centuries ago...
• Pádraic Súilleabháin: "Yet" he says, like he's English.
• Siobhan Súilleabháin: Come home, Padraic.
• Pádraic Súilleabháin: I don't give a feck about Mozart. Or Borvoven. Or any of them funny name feckers. I'm Pádraic Súilleabháin. And I'm nice.