Jenny: Hi, guys.
Erin: That's not... That's not what you're giving to the Protestants, is it?
Jenny: It's just a little token, really.
Orla: Yeah, so's ours.
Aisling: Is that an Ulster Bank key ring?
Erin: It is indeed, yep.

Clare: Come on, girls! This is embarrassing.
Michelle: Well, it's all right for you, Clare, but we want to buck these lads. We have to offer them some kind of incentive.
Clare: They're not prostitutes, Michelle. And even if they were, I think a half-eaten packet of Rolos and an Ulster Bank key ring is a pretty insulting form of payment.
James: I have a HB Pencil!
Michelle: Happy days.

Jenny & Aisling: Give peace a chance! Give peace a chance! Give peace a chance! Give peace a chance! No hate! No hate! Let's integrate!
Girl: Yay!
Sister Michael: Kill me.

Sister Michael: OK, listen up, people! According to this, you're going to need a... well, they've used the term... "buddy", for tomorrow's activities.
Michelle: I bagsy Harry!
Erin: What? But that's not fair, he's the only good-looking one.
Dee: The rest of us are right here.
Michelle: You snooze, you lose, Erin.
Erin: I suppose I'll have you, then.
Dee: Aren't you a charmer?

Michelle: Listen...be sexy, OK?
Erin: Sexy, right.
Michelle: I said be sexy, not be a fucking blowfish, Erin.

Gerry: Do you know what this is about, Geraldine?
Geraldine: As far as I can make out, these lads tried to throw my Clare off a cliff.
Gerry: Desperate.
Deidre: Are you all right, Mary? How's the bowl working out for you?
Mary: Great. Great. Thanks very much, Deirdre.
Gerry: Well, that got to the bottom of it all right.

Orla: So we need head south-east for 0.5 Miles and you'll receive further instructions shortly.
Erin: We haven't even left the estate yet, Orla.

Michelle: Why has she got so much money, anyway? Who's her da? Pierce fucking Brosnan?
Erin: He's a surgeon over at Altnagelvin, he took Orla's tonsils out.
Orla: And not a day goes by when I don't think about them.

Erin: Ach, lads, you really shouldn't have.
Dee: I'm starting to see that all right.
Michelle: I'm going to keep mine on my bed. Where I sleep, in my knickers.
Harry: Right.
Dee: I mean, these are free, for a start. My dad has, like, 45 of them.

Erin: OK, let's cut the crap, Dee.
Dee: Sorry?
Erin: You know why I'm here. But before we begin.
Dee: Begin what?
Erin: I won't have as many moves as you. I just want to get that out there.
Dee: I really don't know...
Erin: I haven't put the hours in. And that's not because I'm lazy, it's just not part of our culture. But if you're OK with that, I say we just crack on.