“Drop by Bell’s for an Irish Kiss anytime. The best in England”

“The best kiss in nature is not between Romeo and Juliet, but it is between a dying autumn leaf and a shiny water drop!”

“She smelled like England, of soft rain and sun-kissed meadows. And she felt like the best kind of heaven. He wanted to wrap himself around, bury himself within her, and stay there for all of his days. He hadn’t had a drop to drink in three years, but he was intoxicated now, bubbling with a lightness he’d never thought to feel again.”

“What I told you tonight - it isn't my story alone. It belongs to every Irish person living and dead. And every Irish person living and dead belongs to it. And to all the story of Ireland; blood and bones, legends, guns and dreams, Catholics, Protestants, England, horses and poets and lovers.”

“Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”

“Now it's not just my lip you'll be needing to kiss if you're wishing to make amends with me, Irish.”