Gerry: It was him! The mural on our house, the spray paint... It was Emmett. I can prove it.
Mary: Sly wee bastard.
Joe: You bloody tout!
Sarah: Where is Emmett?
Orla: There he is.
[As they all look outside, Emmett is holding Jim's tent and a backpack in his hands as he watches a man pull a coat out of his car boot.]
Mary: Is that Jim's tent? [James looks back and sighs]
Sarah: What's he doing?
[Emmett takes a running jump into the man's car boot as he starts to drive away]
Joe: I told you to look after that tent.
Gerry: No, you didn't, you told him to look after it!
Joe: Ah, blame the wain, big man! Jesus... Jim's second best tent. How am I going to break it to him?