(Trapper is drunk in the O Club and playing the piano)
Mulcahy: Trapper, don't you think that's quite enough?
Trapper: Just one more chorus, Father.
Mulcahy: Is something troubling you, my son?
Trapper: I'm not Catholic, Father.
Mulcahy: Well, all in good time. Which is more than we can say for your piano playing.
Trapper: 20,000 miles from home, not to have them around, not to share their growing up--just wait, Father. Wait'll you have children.