Mary: Christ, this is desperate.
Aunt Sarah: I know, Mary. We're in too deep.
Mary: There's only one thing for it.
Aunt Sarah: OK, let's do it. [presses train button]
Mary: What are you playing at?
Aunt Sarah: I thought we were making a run for it.
Mary: We can't do that.
Aunt Sarah: Why not?
Mary: We're in the back arse of nowhere, for one thing, and we can't just abandon Gerry, Daddy and our own weans.
Aunt Sarah: Are you sure?
Mary: [looks back] No. We can't desert our family because we got ourselves into a slightly embarrassing situation.
Aunt Sarah: Slightly embarrassing? I'm turning inside out here.
Mary: We have to tell the truth. We have to tell her we can't remember who she is. Oh.
Aunt Sarah: Oh, Jesus, just hand me a spade and let me bury myself.