Black '47 (2018)

Stephen Rea: Conneely

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• Lord Kilmichael : The peasants are all the same. No appreciation of beauty.

  Conneely : Beauty would be held in much higher regard, Sir, if it could be eaten.

• Lord Kilmichael : Speaking of beauty. This one could almost be English. Her hair. Her skin, fine bosom. Certainly head and shoulders above any of the miserable hags on the estate.

  Conneely : Take the prettiest English maiden, put her for one season in an Irish cabin. Feed her water and potato, dress her in rags and make her wade though bogs and sleep with the family pig. Take from her any hope that the future will be different and when she crawls out of her hovel, stretching out her scrawny hand for a penny, how much will she look like that pretty English maiden?

• Lord Kilmichael : I love this country.

  Conneely : What's left of it.

• Conneely : [Voice over, speaking English over Irish language narration]  In the year of 1845 a terrible famine descended upon Ireland. Within a few short years one in four of our people would be gone forever. Fled to England and North America. Or dead from starvation and fever. Irishmen who had enlisted to fight for the occupying British crown in its foreign wars returned home to find only death and destruction in every corner of the land. Seen by many as traitors to their own people, they looked on helplessly as their country continued to choke under the rule of the British Empire.

• Conneely : [refusing to be dismissed from Pope's services as translater]  I beg your pardon, Captain, but after all this trouble I'd like to witness the tale's conclusion first-hand that it might be accurately retold in the future.

• Conneely : The body belongs to Beartla O'Naughton. Rent collector for Lord Kilmichael. Somebody came into his house and killed him. An unexpected end for the pig but... he'll be ate all the same.

• Conneely : [telling a joke to Lord Kilmichael]  The farmer goes into the bath and he sees the old squire straddling his eldest daughter. Well, he's furious and he lets out a shout. "For God sake, Mary! Arch your back like a good girl and keep the gentleman's balls out of the muck."