Joe: I've got my eye on you, boy.
Gerry: Jesus, Joe.
Joe: What are you doing here? Meeting your fancy woman, I suppose.
Gerry: No, I'm not. I'm collecting Mary's photographs. And if I was having an illicit rendezvous with my mistress, I'm not sure that the supermarket that my father-in-law is doing the big shop in would be the best place for it, really.