Remake of "The Quiet Man"

Great show to start the week kid. The great show helped to alleviate the disappointment of the space-mad inhabitants of Drumquin and surrounding districts. Last Saturday the countdown began to launch Drumquin's first,un-manned, rocket to Saturn.
"Three, Two, One!" There was a BANG, cloud of blue, diesel fumes and the rocket took off like a bat out of hell. As the people of Drumquin danced in the streets, the bogs and the shucks, the rocket veered off course, knocking the chimney off the local pub. The Saturn bound rocket, tore through a hedge and nearly decapitated an old farmer who was planting a tin of Crosse and Blackwell marrow fat peas. Local,garage mechanic and space technician, Bert Yob yelled,
"Damn it! I was so busy fitting the diagonal steam trap, I clean forgot to fit a gyroscope."
An old codger cleaned his nose on his sleeve and roared, "Some day boys we will boldly go!"
Then an ice cream van went by playing the theme music from "William Tell" and the old codger raced after it like a whippet.
Tommy my cat, hurled a rare, Ming vase at my head and said,
"Well, the Oscars are over and the "Artist" swept the board."
"What a stroke of genius!" I yelled. "A silent, black and white film is a giant step into the future. I would not be surprised if best film next year is a magic lantern show."
"Do I sense a hint of cynicism in your outrageous statement?" said Tommy.
"YES, you do!" I yelled. "Years from now we will look back and wonder why a film from the 30's should create such excitement from the critics and the chattering classes. HYPE!" I yelled. "The critics hyped it up and the judges followed like sheep!".
"Be that as it may," said Tommy. "I think the time is right to make a remake of, "The Quiet Man."
I reeled back on my heels and cried, "Bravo Tommy. Cometh the hour, cometh the cat. Whom in your opinion should play the part of John Wayne?"
"Noel Thompson," said Tommy. "Rugged, craggy-jawed Noel Thompson is the only man who could play that part with conviction."
"And the part of Maureen O'Hara," I said. "Who shall Noel Thomson drag through the village?"
"Ann Robinson," said Tommy. "Feisty, ginger nut, Ann Robinson is made for that part."
"The big fight scene Tommy," I yelled. "Who shall fight with rugged, craggy-jawed, Noel Thompson?"
"There's only one man alive who could play that part," said Tommy. "And that man is, Steven Nolan."
"What a cast!" I cried. "Tommy, you are another John Huston."
"Not so fast," said Tommy. "There is another part to be cast and that part is, Barry O'Sullivan, the Irish droll."
I racked my brain, stirred my brain cell, put on my thinking cap and yelled, "Why Tommy, the answer is staring you in the face. The only man to play the wily marriage maker is, wee Hugo Duncan. I can see him now, sitting in a little trap and yelling at the top of his voice, "Hi boys, if you'se want weemen, your uncle Hugo is the boy to go to. What about big Ethel? She has some of her own teeth and hair. Been around the block a few times, but goes like the clappers. Good headlights, bumpers and big end. Three month warranty. Very good for off-road Shenanigans."
Tommy shook his head and said,
"Hugo Duncan, could never be in a film called, "The Quiet Man."
Reluctantly, I concurred while pulling grotesque faces and kicking madly with my left leg.