Jason: (seeing Clancey shaving) Is it Captain Clancey, or a rabid sheep dog?
Clancey: Oh, Jason, I've committed the three unpardonable sins. I've lied to me brother, to a priest... and worst of all, to a fellow Irishman.
Aaron: You know, I hate to use the word "blackmail."
Lottie: Oh, Aaron, that doesn't bother us in the slightest.
Clancey: Now, Ned, don't say a word until I've had me say. I lied to you and that's the truth of it. I'm a dotty old sea captain, and I drink too much and I don't go to church enough, and... well, there you have it.
Father Ned: Francis, you make me wish we were still boys, so I could knock some sense into that thick skull of yours.
Clancey: Well, go ahead, Ned, I deserve it.
Father Ned: Yes, you do. For not realizing you were telling me the truth.
Clancey: Well, Ned, you don't understand.
Father Ned: Francis. Maybe you don't have the most successful business, or the most stately home. But when you were in trouble, your friends were ready to risk their lives to keep you with them. There's no lie to it. You are the wealthiest man in Seattle.
Jason: And the thirstiest man in Seattle.
Lottie: There's nothing like it. The smell of the salt off the sea.
Clancey: Or the smell of bourbon off of me.
Lottie: Things just wouldn't have been the same without you.
Clancey: That's why you call me "Fish Face," I presume?
Lottie: I call you Fish Face because I think you'd blush if I called you Sweetheart.