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An Irish fisherman discovers a woman in his fishing net whom his precocious daughter believes to be a selkie.
Fishery Board Man II: There's a girl here Syracuse, in your net. Syracuse: Is that illegal? Fishery Board Man II: No, but... it's unusual.
Priest: Misery is easy. Happiness you have to work at.
Annie: This town is what you call sartorially-challenged. Ondine: What does that mean? Annie: A supermodel's nightmare.
Syracuse: How long are you staying? Ondine: Depends, I guess. Syracuse: On what? Ondine: On you. Syracuse: On me? It depends on me, you can stay forever. Ondine: Forever? Syracuse: Forever, happily ever after, once upon a time... I'm been telling my daughter a story, a fairy tale...
[last lines] Annie: What about your past lives? Ondine: Are you sure I have them? Annie: Oh yeah, everybody does. It's just a matter of remembering. Annie: [to her dad] Stop peeping, would you? Syracuse: I don't peep. Annie: I mean, you could have even been married in one of them...
Ondine: I don't want to see anyone. Syracuse: Well I just disappear then? Ondine: I don't mind seeing you. Syracuse: "You don't mind seeing me." That's nice. Ondine: Say again? Syracuse: Most people do.
Syracuse: [Ondine is sitting on the wheelhouse floor, steering the boat with her foot, showing lots of leg] You can't really guide a boat with your foot. Ondine: I'm not doing well? Syracuse: No, I never say that!
Annie: So I supposed she isn't a Selkie really. 'Cause you can't marry a seal, can ya? Priest: No, you definitely cannot. Annie: Not in the real quotidian world, any way. Priest: Quotidian? Annie: Yep. Means the one we have to live in. If she was a seal, though, would you still do the wedding? Priest: Me?
Priest: So, who's going to marry her, Syracuse? Syracuse: It's not like there's a queue, father. Priest: And I can't marry her. Syracuse: No, you're a tree. Priest: Exactly.
Syracuse: What's wrong with being seen? Ondine: Nothing. When you look good.
Annie: You sure it's not some kind of wish-fulfillment kind of thing? Syracuse: Where did you learn words like that? Annie: I go to school. Syracuse: And I didn't... Annie: No. Let's be honest, you didn't. You move your mouth when you read.
Priest: I don't like this at all.
Syracuse: She sings to the fishes and he catches them.
Annie: So what's the story?
Syracuse: Once upon a time...
Syracuse: So what kind of a tree are you father? Priest: Oh, well, I suppose I'm an Oak. Syracuse: You look more like one of the ones that they make holly sticks out of. Priest: Oh, an Ash, yeah...
Syracuse: You don't like the dress? Ondine: No, I like it. It's just, underwear would be better. Syracuse: Doesn't fit? Ondine: Tight around the edges. Syracuse: You have edges?
Annie: [Describing the Selkies] They don't speak, they sing.
[first lines] Syracuse: [into radio] Anybody out there? I need a little help.