“Fookin' Irish, they're a race of political masochists, they love their fookin' chiefs and princes an' a strong hand belting. It's like the man said in the play, Abair and focal republic i nGaoluinn?”

“John Lennon: The only reason I didn't torture Dick Rowe was because Paul asked me not to. And when Paulie gives you those sad puppy-dog eyes, well, it's hard to refuse him...and it has nothing to do with hypnosis. There's a reason people call him the Cute fookin' Beatle.”

“When we pulled in, the customs officer looked in the back. The back of the wagon was filled with cases stenciled PINK FLOYD--LONDON.'Got Pink Floyd in the back of the car, do you?' he asked.'Righto, mate. We shrunk 'em and stuck 'em in fookin' boxes, we did,' said Nigel.Amazingly, the customs officer laughed and waved us through.”

“Love is like a rose, It's beautiful and strong. But if you play with it, you'll get cut.”

“I believe in political solutions to political problems. But man's primary problems aren't political; they're philosophical. Until humans can solve their philosophical problems, they're condemned to solve their political problems over and over and over again. It's a cruel, repetitious bore.”

“Will you accompany me in this dance?” he said, bowing and holding out his hand. “No, thank you.” Miri smiled. The prince frowned and looked and the chief delegate as if for assistance. Miri laughed self consciously. “I, uh, I was teasing.”