Cracked Mary: You can't save yourself from a dog; he is after his own equals, dogs. He is doing every harm. They are out night and day.
Shawn Early: Sure, a mad dog would go from this to Kinvara in a half a minute, like the train.
Cracked Mary: He won't stay in this country down—he goes the straight road—he takes by the wind. He is as big as a yearling calf.
Mrs. Broderick: I wouldn't ever forgive myself I to see him.
Cracked Mary: He is not very heavy yet. There is only the relics in him.
Hyacinth Halvey: They have a right to bring their rifles in their hand.
Cracked Mary: The police is afraid of their life. They wrote for motor cars to follow him. Sure, he'd destroy the beasts of the field. A milch cow, he to grab at her, she's settled. Terrible wicked he is; he's as big as five dogs, and he does be very strong. I hope in the Lord he'll be caught. It will be a blessing from the Almighty God to kill that dog.
Hyacinth Halvey: He is surely the one is raging through the street.
Peter Tannian: Why wouldn't he be him? Is it likely there would be two of them in it at the one time?
Shawn Early: A queer cut of a dog he was; a lurcher, a bastard hound.