Joe: All right, Bridie. Are you well?
Aunt Bridie: Nope. No, I'm not, actually. Not that you give a shit.
Eammon: Mammy hasn't been keeping the best lately, Joe. I was a bit worried about her for a while.
Joe: I wouldn't upset yourself too much, son. Sure a bullet couldn't take your mother out. Isn't that right, Bridie?
Aunt Bridie: Still a prick I see, Joe. Christ knows what our Marie ever saw in you, God rest her soul. Yous must still miss her terribly, girls.
Mary: We do indeed.
Aunt Bridie: Isn't it a crying shame neither of you got her looks?