CONN God help them if that's all they know. We played against each other at the Granard Feis. He got the prize, but everybody knew that it was me played the best.
BRIAN
There's few of them alive now that mind of the Granard Feis.
He got the prize, and there's no talk of you at all.
CONN
No talk of me at all?
BRIAN
It's said that since you settled down you lost your art.
CONN And what had the men at Flynn's to say about that? BRIAN They bragged about you for a while, but the Sligomen put them down.
CONN I wonder would we have time to go up, play a few tunes, and come back, while Maire would be doing something? It would be a pity not to give them fellows a lesson and close their ignorant mouths for them. I wonder would we have time? (Anne comes in with Maire) I thought you went somewhere and left Brian and myself here.
ANNE
We're going somewhere and Brian might come with us.
MAIRE
Every one is going to Moynihan's.
CONN It's a pleasant house, a pleasant house. Brian will make his ceilidh [3] with me. We might go over a few tunes.
ANNE
Let Brian come where there are girls that might miss him.