Joe: [knocks on door] Bill? [continues knocking] You in there?
Jim: No sign of life, Joe.
Gerry: What are ye at?
Joe: I thought I told you to stay in the car.
Colm: Would it be worth maybe checking next door, Jim?
Gerry: Right, so the Clintons are staying in a taxi rank in the arsehole of nowhere is the thinking now, is it?
Jim: It is, Gerry, aye.
Gerry: Fantastic.