Roger: Morag is my five, maybe six times; I forget the number, great grandmother. That makes you my grandda. My son was named Jeremiah after my da, who was named for his grandda, who was named for your son. There may be one or two Jeremiahs missing along the way. We're family.
Buccleigh: You wouldn't have anything stronger than coffee, would ya?

Buck: That Mr. Cameron I met today. He's trouble. He's got a hot eye for your wife.
Roger: You think everyone's got a hot eye. That's why I would up with a noose around my neck.
Buck: Any other man in my time would have thought the same. A man is born knowin' when someone is praying on their women!
Roger: Well, you were wrong, and that isn't your time.
Buck: I thought I should tell you.

Roger: What's wrong, son? You can tell me.
Jemmy: No.
Roger: Well, why don't you come up to the house then, huh? For Dad's regular tea-time special, beans on toast.
Jemmy: I got in trouble at school.
Roger: What for?
Jemmy: Tommy Reid said me, and Mama, and Mandy are all going to burn in hell as papists.
Roger: Well, you know what to say to that.
Jemmy: I'll see you there! And I did. Only I said it in Gaelic. Miss Glenn didn't like that. She grabbed me by the ear and said, 'In this classroom, we speak English.'

The kids are in the house glued to the telly, so we have about 15 minutes. I think I have an appointment for an inspection.