Orla: Yeah, he may be a lad, Jon, but I can offer you protection. I have a hunting knife.
Jon: Right, OK.
James: Wait, wait, wait. Where are you going?
Jon: Nature's calling.
Orla: Whoa! Number 1 or Number 2?
Jon: Excuse me?
Orla: Just answer the question, Jon.
Jon: I don't want to answer the question. I'm not comfortable with the question.
Orla: Cos if it's a number two, it's safer to bury it. You don't want a pack of wolves following your scent out in these parts. Those boys, they'll tear you limb from limb.
Jon: We're inside.
Orla: They have very sophisticated noses, Jon.
Jon: I'm going to go now.