Michelle: Right, well, you know Macca?
Erin: I can't say I do.
Michelle: Aye, Macca. Big Macca. Come on! Everybody knows Macca.
Clare: We don't.
Michelle: Wise up! Macca? Macca. Macca. Macca!
Clare: That's not helping, Michelle!
Michelle: Macca. Tall fella, dark hair, wonky nose from when he used to do the bare-knuckle boxing. Look, he's loads of tattoos, big scar under his left eye. He was kicked out of Creggan for joyriding!
Clare: Well, he sounds delightful!
Orla: He really does.