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Darby O'Gill and the Little People |
| Year |
1959 |
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[first lines]
Katie O'Gill:
Come in, Mrs. Sugrue!
Sheelah Sugrue:
Katie, darlin'! Can you lend me the loan of a small pinch o' tea; I'll pay ye back Thursday.
Katie O'Gill:
Ye can have it an' welcome.
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[last lines]
Michael McBride:
[singing] Oh, she is my dear, my darlin' one / Her eyes so sparklin', full of fun / No other, no other / Can match the likes of her.
Katie O'Gill:
[singing] Oh, he is my dear, my darlin' one / His eyes so sparkling, full of fun / No other, no other / Can match the likes of him.
Michael McBride, Katie O'Gill:
[singing] S/he is my dear, my darlin' one / My smilin' and beguilin' one / I love the ground s/he walks upon / My darlin' Irish girl/boy.
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Michael McBride:
[singing] Have you ever seen the seagulls a-flyin' o'er the heather, or the crimson sails on Galway Bay the fishermen unfurl? Oh, the Earth is full of beauty, and it's gathered all together in the form and face and dainty grace of a pretty Irish girl. Oh, she is my dear, my darling one, her eyes so sparklin' full of fun, no other, no other can match the likes of her! She is my dear, my darling one, my smilin' and beguilin' one; I love the ground she walks upon, my darling Irish girl!
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Darby O'Gill:
[calling for help] King Brian! King Brian! King Brian!
King Brian:
[materializing behind him] What is it, man?
Darby O'Gill:
Your Highness!
King Brian:
What is it?
Darby O'Gill:
[pointing] It's the Coach de Bower! The death coach! Send it away! It's comin' for Katie! Send it away!
King Brian:
But it's not within my powers, man! Once it sets out it can never return until...
Darby O'Gill:
Then give me me third wish, and let it take me instead!
King Brian:
You don't know what you're askin' for!
Darby O'Gill:
You promised! Don't break your word!
King Brian:
Darby O'Gill, never in me born days...
Darby O'Gill:
Me third wish!
King Brian:
[shakes his head] More's the pity. Granted.
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Darby O'Gill:
Get ready... for the grand surprise
[opens sack]
Darby O'Gill:
It's no rabbit.
Michael McBride:
[looks in sack] Rabbit or hare, what's the odds?
Darby O'Gill:
Rabbit or hare? You're looking at Brian of Knockneshega, king of all the Leprechauns!
Michael McBride:
'Twas a rabbit I saw.
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Katie O'Gill:
Your lordship, why didn't ye tell us ye were comin'? I'd have opened the manor house for you.
Lord Fitzpatrick:
Oh I'll not be stoppin' here long enough for that. Where's your father?
Katie O'Gill:
Well now, let me see, um... I heard him sayin' somthin' about cuttin' the weeds around the summer house. I think he'll have gone to have the smithy sharpen his scythe. I'll fetch him for ye, your lordship.
Lord Fitzpatrick:
Well, that's good of you.
[she runs off to the village]
Lord Fitzpatrick:
That Katie's a grand girl. Almost makes up for her father.
Michael McBride:
What ails him?
Lord Fitzpatrick:
Oh nothin' at all, but he retired about five years ago and didn't tell me about it. He'll be down at the inn now tellin' stories.
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[Katie is lost on Knocknasheega; a ghostly wail is heard]
Darby O'Gill:
The banshee!
Michael McBride:
Maybe it's just the wind.
Darby O'Gill:
It's the wail of the banshee, the same as I heard the night Katie's mother was taken! She'll be destroyed entirely!
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King Brian:
Three wishes I'll grant ye, great wishes an' small! But you wish a fourth and you lose them all!
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Michael McBride:
What kind of man are you at all, who doesn't believe in the little people?
Pony Sugrue:
Maybe you'd like to find out.
Michael McBride:
Indeed I would. You know, someone beat me over the head last night, and I thought it was the little people. But when I spoke to King Brian about it, he said that you should take the consequences.
Pony Sugrue:
What consequences?
Michael McBride:
Indeed, that's what I asked his Majesty. And you know what he said? He said, "If I were you, I'd poke the blackguard in the face."
[they fight; Pony is knocked down]
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Darby O'Gill:
[calling for help] King Brian! King Brian! King Brian!
King Brian:
[materializing behind him] What is it, man?
Darby O'Gill:
Your Highness!
King Brian:
What is it?
Darby O'Gill:
[pointing] It's the Coach de Bauer! The death coach! Send it away! It's comin' for Katie! Send it away!
King Brian:
But it's not within my powers, man! Once it sets out it can never return until...
Darby O'Gill:
Then give me me third wish, and let it take me instead!
King Brian:
You don't know what you're askin' for!
Darby O'Gill:
You promised! Don't break your word!
King Brian:
Darby O'Gill, never in me born days...
Darby O'Gill:
Me third wish!
King Brian:
[shakes his head] More's the pity. Granted.
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[Darby finds Michael unconscious]
Darby O'Gill:
[smells alcohol on Michael's shirt, slaps him awake] Is it drunk ye are?
[Michael looks up at him, puzzled; smells his shirt and looks at the bottle in his hand, then rubs the back of his head where he was beaten]
Darby O'Gill:
Who did it, lad?
Michael McBride:
I don't know, but I can guess.
Darby O'Gill:
Where's Katie?
Michael McBride:
[worried] She's gone after the horse!
Darby O'Gill:
[angrily] Did ye let her go alone, in the dark of the night!
Michael McBride:
She was in a terror rage at me! An' sure 'twas your fault for not tellin' her the truth in the first place!
Darby O'Gill:
[worried] God forgive me, she'll be chasin' a pooka.
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Paddy Scanlon:
Stay away from Knocknasheega, Darby. Ye moil an' meddle wi' that little king, he'll put the come-hither on ye, an' make you his slave forevermore.
Darby O'Gill:
Do ye think I'm a babe in arms?
Paddy Scanlon:
You are to the likes of 'im! Five thousand years old he is, an' every year of his life he's learned a knew trick.
Darby O'Gill:
And *I've* learned a hundred of 'em!
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[Darby is inside the fairy mountain]
King Brian:
Once you're here, there's no goin' back.
Darby O'Gill:
[standing] I gotta get back to Katie!
King Brian:
Ah, you needn't worry about Katie. She'll give you a grand wake an' then she'll forget all about you.
Darby O'Gill:
[angrily] Mind what you say about Katie!
King Brian:
Calm yourself now, calm yourself!
Darby O'Gill:
What've I ever done to you?
King Brian:
Nothing, Darby.
Darby O'Gill:
Who tells all the stories about ye?
King Brian:
You do, Darby.
Darby O'Gill:
Who makes the women watch where they're throwin' their wash water when you an' your lads are out walking invisible?
King Brian:
You do, Darby.
Darby O'Gill:
An' who makes the men tip their hats respectful to every swirl o' dust?
King Brian:
You. You've done grand.
Darby O'Gill:
So you put the come-hither on me, that 'ow ye pay me back! You ungrateful little fainey! Your heart's as cold as a white Christmas!
[the other leprechauns start shouting angrily]
Darby O'Gill:
They better watch what they're sayin'. I speak Gaelic too! Now you listen to me!
King Brian:
No, you listen to me! Phadrig Oge was standin' under the white thorn tree by the summer house when his Lordship gave you the bad news today. Well, the moment I heard you were in trouble I swore I'd take you out of it! And if you're the good, decent man I think you are, you'll be showin' me a little bit of gratitude!
Darby O'Gill:
[abashed] I am grateful.
King Brian:
Then you can forget the tears an' troubles of the world outside. There's nothin' but fun and diversion here!
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