Young Cassidy (1965)
Julie Christie: Daisy Battles
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Quotes
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Daisy Battles : [just after they finish making love as John is about to leave] You're a good man.
John Cassidy : Thank you Daisy.
Daisy Battles : Ah well, it's all for old Ireland anyway.
[he smiles at her endearingly]
Daisy Battles : I suppose you have to go now.
John Cassidy : I must.
Daisy Battles : Give me another kiss.
[they kiss romantically]
Daisy Battles : Shut the door gently now love, I'm going to have a little sleep.
[they smile, he turns to leave, and the scene fades out]
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Daisy Battles : [teasingly] Oh, I can see you're the most terrible man. A girl in her senses would run for her life.
John Cassidy : Why don't you?
Daisy Battles : That's just what I'm going to do. But, don't you run away.
[exits to her bedroom]
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Daisy Battles : Freedom yet, you bastard!
[spits at a cop]
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Daisy Battles : Shall I see to your leg?
John Cassidy : Damn me leg. I'd prefer to look at yours.
Daisy Battles : Shall I mend your trousers then? Or, is it damn your trousers too?
John Cassidy : It is.
Daisy Battles : Me skirt and petticoat's all twisted from the crush of the crowd.
[John gives Daisy an aggressive kiss]
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John Cassidy : [looking around Daisy's nicely furnished home] Say, tell me, do you manage all this on just the Christmas show - even the front row of the chorus?
Daisy Battles : Oh, no. I have an uncle, as well.
John Cassidy : You have a what?
[Daisy smiles]
John Cassidy : Oh.
Daisy Battles : I tried your kind of work once. Pickin' fruit to make jam. Sixty hours a week at eight P. an hour. It's not for me.
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Daisy Battles : [singing] Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff, Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me. The Garden of Eden...
[walks into the bedroom doorway wearing a cotton slip, John walks towards her and gives her an aggressive kiss]
Daisy Battles : Oh, you're a terrible man altogether.
[John picks her up and throws her on the bed, Daisy laughs]
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Daisy Battles : That's enough of it, Mr. Mullen! In broad daylight, too!
Mick Mullen : I'm sorry, Miss, I - well - I lost my head.
Daisy Battles : [straightening her dress] We may be fightin' for freedom; but, not that far.