Jack Ryan: I want to know where Sean Miller and Kevin O'Donnell are.

Paddy O'Neil: [scoffs] Let me try and understand this. You want me to sell out my fellow lrishmen to you? Is that why you came down here? You don't understand me at all.

Jack Ryan: Oh, l think l do.

Paddy O'Neil: Look, I don't give a damn what they've done, but the day that l sell out my countrymen will be the day that I put a bullet through my own head.

Jack Ryan: That's it, then, huh?

Paddy O'Neil: That's it. You know, on second thought, maybe I won't have a drink with you

Jack Ryan: Okay, then I'll go home.

Paddy O'Neil: Have a safe trip.

Jack Ryan: I'll go home and call the TV stations, give them what they want: let them take their cameras into my daughter's hospital room, put it on the evening news.

[getting in Paddy's face]

Jack Ryan: I don't give a shit whether you did it or not, and neither will anyone else. But I will put such a stranglehold on your gun money, you'll be out in the streets throwing rocks! I will *fucking* destroy you! I will make it my mission in life!