Sarah: Sure, didn't I predict this?
Erin: No, you didn't.
Sarah: I said this trip would place us in grave danger, Erin. Those were my very words.
Erin: This isn't grave danger.
Orla: Oh, look, that cop's pointing his gun at us.
Erin: I mean, it's not ideal, but this is more of a pickle. It's a pickle, isn't it, Grandad? It's just a pickle.
Joe: Arseholes!