Mary: Something troubling you, Bridie?
Aunt Bridie: Aye, you could say that. My Eammon has been waiting all night for this song.
Mary: For Rock The Boat? Really?
Aunt Bridie: But your girls pushed him out of the line, and now he has a bruise. Show them the bruise, Eammon.
Eammon: I bruise quite easily.
Aunt Bridie: That's not the point!
Mary: Right. I see. Well, I'm sorry about that, Eammon.
Aunt Bridie: Is that all you have to say?
Mary: I'm not sure what else there is to say, Bridie. Except, maybe, our girls are 16, and Eammon's a 50-year-old man.
Sarah: Look, it's a rough routine, Bridie. You know that going in. You sit down on that floor at your own risk.