Mary: Would you like a bowl of porridge, Eammon? I'm microwaving them.
Eammon: I would surely. Now, Gerry, I had a bit of bother with the bathroom door. It was sticking there.
Gerry: No worries, Eammon. I'll see to it later.
Eammon: Great stuff. [brings the door into the living room] I'll just leave it here then. Right, I'd better pop up and pull on me so. [exits]
Gerry: What in the name...?
Mary: Don't start, Gerry.
Gerry: When is he leaving?
Mary: Have a bit of sympathy. The fella's roof fell in.
Gerry: Yeah, well, I'm starting to think he might have had a hand in that.
Mary: He's our cousin! We can't just throw him out on the street.
Aunt Sarah: Especially not since Mary kill his mother.
Mary: I did not kill his mother!
Gerry: I'm at the end of me rope! The man is a liability.
Mary: He's not that bad, love. [crashing sound]
Eammon: [o.s.] Gerry! I think you'd better come up and take a look at this. [microwave pings]
Joe: Well?!
Gerry: Be right with you, Eammon!