Enoch Burke and Martin Cahill accidentally bump into one another outside the Hich Court.
Martin: I like your style, kid.
Enoch: Don’t call me that. I hate kids.
Martin:No, but I do. Like your style, I mean. You just stand here every day and make such a dignified protest.
Enoch: Maybe if I were to adopt your style, things might move along faster. Daddy says you look through them when you look them in the eye.
Martin: Whatever about our different modus operandi, we’re both fucked.
Enoch: I know. I’m going backwards just by standing still and you’re running away to stay standing.
The Three Hairs 