[Katie is about to go after the horse; Michael tries to stop her]
Katie O'Gill: Get out of my way!
Michael McBride: Leave that horse alone.
Katie O'Gill: Do you think I'd stay under your roof another night?
Michael McBride: I'll go to the inn!
Katie O'Gill: You can go to blazes! I'm movin' to the McCarthy house!
Michael McBride: With night comin' down on that mountainside you could get yourself killed! Now give me that halter. I'll get the horse.
[she pulls away, he tries to stop her; she hits him across the face with the halter and runs out after the horse]

[Katie is lost on Knocknasheega; a ghostly wail is heard]
Darby O'Gill: The banshee!
Michael McBride: Maybe it's just the wind.
Darby O'Gill: It's the wail of the banshee, the same as I heard the night Katie's mother was taken! She'll be destroyed entirely!

[Katie's fever breaks]
Molly Malloy: It's a miracle! She's fine an' sonsy like a baby woken from sleep!
[Michael runs in to her]
Katie O'Gill: Michael, what a temper I have.
Michael McBride: [smiling] Well, I like a lively girl.

[Michael and Katie are about to kiss as Darby and Brian look on]
King Brian: Kiss her! Kiss her! Go on, kiss her!
[Michael sidesteps Katie and starts to walk away]
King Brian: Agh! An him a *Dublin* man!
[Brian throws his crown on the ground in frustration]
Darby O'Gill: [Watching out the window] Look, look, look!
[Katie runs after Michael, pulls him back and kisses him]
King Brian: [dancing while Darby claps a beat] Will you wish your wish now?
Darby O'Gill: I will indeed!