Erin: I cannot actually believe this. I'm missing David Donnelly's gig, Michelle.
Michelle: And all because of that miniature motherfucker.
Erin: I swear, if you say "motherfucker" one more time...
Michelle: What's wrong with you?
Erin: This is your fault.
Michelle: Why's it my fault?
Erin: 'cause you're the one who threatened a first-year. You're the one who gave Jenny Joyce the finger.
James: I'm desperate now. This is agony.
Michelle: Can you please stop crying in my face for five fucking minutes, James?
Clare: I feel awful. I think my body is going into starvation mode. I think it's starting to shut down.
Michelle: For Christ's sake, Clare. You've just basically skipped lunch.