Tara: [on the phone] I just don't want to get into it, Conor love, OK?
Clare: Excuse me. I need your help.
Tara: It's over. Why can't you just accept that, babe?
Clare: Excuse me, please.
Tara: What is it, honey?
Clare: I missed the train. I was in the loo. When I came out everyone was gone, and it was the wrong platform, and I ran across, but it was too late and I missed the train.
Tara: OK, love, keep your knickers on.
Clare: My knickers are no concern of yours, thank you very much.
Tara: 20 minutes till the next one. Take a seat, gorgeous.
Clare: 20 minutes? Yeah. Sorry, I think I can wait 20 minutes. I think that's fine.
[As Clare turns around, she sees Sister Michael limping to a chair]

Tara: [on the phone] I just don't see the point. Can't we just move on? All right, Conor. The truth is, you never satisfied me sexually.
Clare: [to herself] Oh, please no.

James: Can anyone ask her where this place is?
Clare: Hmm, my Irish isn't the best. I decided to keep on French and German, because I thought it would give me more options if I wanted to, like, study abroad or whatever.
Michelle: We're not filling in your fucking UCAS form here, Clare.

Clare: I made us some broth.
Erin: Broth?
Clare: Yeah.
Erin: It's called soup.
Clare: Broth is soup and soup is broth.
Erin: Soup is soup and broth is something used to poison people in a horror movie. Seriously, Clare, as if this place isn't creepy enough.
Orla: Oh, I like it.
James: It's freezing.
Clare: There's no electricity, James. What do you want me to do?

Erin: You should tell her, Clare.
Clare: Tell her what?
Orla: That you're a lezzie too.
Clare: That's enough!
Erin: This could be your big chance.
Clare: My big chance?
Erin: Well, have you ever even met another lezzie?
Clare: Stop saying lezzie! Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I see every other gay woman as a potential suitor.
Michelle: Aye, keep saying things like "suitor", Clare. That'll help you off-load the old virginity.

Laurie: I'm going myself, actually. I'll be the clown propping up the bar.
Clare: You're not a clown.
Laurie: Oh, no, I mean I'll be dressed as a clown. Like, it's my costume.
Clare: Aye, no, I get that.
Laurie: You should come say hello.
Clare: I will. I totally will! I definitely will! I'll do that! I will!
Michelle: So do you think you w-w-will, Clare?
Clare: Shut up!

Clare: Daddy, what's this?
Sean: A new car. Do you like it?
Clare: What happened to the van?
Sean: I had to get rid of it. Christ, but it stank of fish.
Clare: We're not all gonna fit in there.
Sean: Course you will. I'll stack you.
Erin: You'll what?
Sean: I'll lay you across the back seat, one on top of each other. Layer you up, so to speak.

Clare: Well, hello, Coco. [looks around and sees all the people in clown costumes] No!
Erin: Clare, what is going on?!
Michelle: She's lezzie hunting, that's what's going on.
Orla: I love lezzie hunting.
Clare: There's hundreds of them!
James: That's good, isn't it?
Clare: Not hundreds of lesbians, James, hundreds of clowns! There's clowns to the left of me, clowns to the right! It's like a clown shop!
Erin: Or a circus.
Clare: It's not the time for semantics!
Michelle: We need to go, Clare. Now. Come on.
Clare: What about Laurie?
Michelle: Fuck Laurie. We're going to meet the actual Fatboy Slim!
Clare: Not without my lezzie!

Laurie: Clare, what's going on? Give us a second here, would you? You're getting kicked out? What for?
Clare: Fighting.
Laurie: Oh, my God. That's a pity, cos I was sort of planning on kissing you tonight.
Clare: Is that a joke? I mean, cos it's fine. If-if-if-if, if it is a joke. I mean, it's hilarious, but I just wanted to check in case it isn't. [Laurie kisses Clare] OK. Does this mean we're going steady?
Laurie: Heh-heh. Let's maybe see how it goes.
Security Guard: All right, Juliet and Juliet, let's go. Knock it on the head.
Clare: Thank you. I mean, sure! I mean, great! I mean...
Laurie: Bye, Clare.

Erin: Have you made any friends yet?
Clare: [on the phone] A few.
Orla: Are they better than us? [Clare is silent]
Erin: Too long a pause, Clare!
Clare: Better how? Academically, absolutely! They're just very different. Everything's different here. And I get why Mammy wanted to move. Derry just reminded her of Daddy too much. But it's a lot to navigate, girls, you know, the language, the culture, the cuisine.
Erin: You moved to Strabane, Clare. It's 20 minutes down the road on the bus.
Clare: If the traffic's good! Don't roll your eyes at me, Erin.
Orla: How the...?
Clare: I can sense it.