Michelle: Where the fuck are we going to get the money for Paris now?
Orla: We could sell our organs.
Clare: We could. We could sell our organs. Or, and forgive me if this is a bit left-field, but could we not, you know, get jobs?
Michelle: There are no jobs in Derry. That's all you ever hear anybody say.
Clare: So what are these?
Michelle: I never really looked at this before. I just assumed they were all dead cat posters.
Clare: Missing cat posters.
Michelle: If you're an optimist.