It was the 18th century, anyway. Mozart. Not the 17th

Colm Doherty:Ah, well, I suppose niceness doesn't last then, does it, Padraic? But will I tell ya something that does last?Pádraic Súilleabháin:What? And don't say somethin' stupid like music.Colm Doherty:Music lasts.Pádraic Súilleabháin:Knew it!Colm Doherty:And paintings last. And poetry lasts.Pádraic Súilleabháin:So does niceness.Colm Doherty:Do you know who we remember for how nice they was in the 17th century?Pádraic Súilleabháin:Who?Colm Doherty:Absolutely no one. Yet we all remember the music of the time. Everyone, to a man, knows Mozart's name.Pádraic Súilleabháin:Well, I don't, so there goes that theory. And anyway, we're talkin' about niceness. Not what's his name. My mammy, she was nice. I remember her. And my daddy, he was nice. I remember him. And my sister, she's nice. I'll remember her. Forever I'll remember her.Colm Doherty:And who else will?Pádraic Súilleabháin:Who else will what?Colm Doherty:Remember Siobhan and your niceness? No one will. In 50 years' time, no one will remember any of us. Yet the music of a man who lived two centuries ago...Pádraic Súilleabháin:"Yet" he says, like he's English.Siobhan Súilleabháin:Come home, Padraic.Pádraic Súilleabháin:I don't give a feck about Mozart. Or Borvoven. Or any of them funny name feckers. I'm Pádraic Súilleabháin. And I'm nice.Siobhan Súilleabháin:I'll have a word with him, Colm. You don't need to do anything drastic. He won't be botherin' you no more.Colm Doherty:That's a shame. That's the most interesting he's even been. I think I like him again now.Siobhan Súilleabháin:It was the 18th century, anyway. Mozart. Not the 17th