Mary: [on the phone] What?! Oh, my God.
Gerry: What's up?
Mary: Our Colm is in the Police Station. Last night, two gunmen forced their way into his house, tied him up, stole his van.
Joe: Dirty bastards.
Mary: [on the phone] Oh, God love you, you poor critter. You ought to come straight round here, do you hear me? Oh, of course, of course. [hangs up]
Gerry: Is he all right?
Mary: He is traumatised, Gerry. He'll take a steak and kidney pie. Do you think five bags will be enough?