Michelle: So, not only are we not going to Paris, we are spending our Sunday scrubbing Fionnula's fucking fish hall for free.
Erin: Aye, and she will be back from yoga soon so get a shift on.
Michelle: It is slave labour, Erin.
Orla: It is worse than slave labour. We're not even getting paid.
Erin: Look, mammy had to cut some sort of deal.
James: Would living without fried food really be so bad?
All: Yes!