Geraldine: I hope you don't mind, your front door was open. Can you believe this bloody polar bear? We're at our wits end over at our place.
Sarah: It's desperate, so it is.
Deidre: [enters] Mary? Gerry?
Mary: 'mon in, Deidre, love, it's open.
Deidre: Can you credit this arsehole? He's going to hold this whole town hostage, you mark my words.
Sarah: He's an evil bastard, Deidre.