Orla: Look, I'd be willing to settle for gorillas.
Erin: But they're just big monkeys, Orla! This is a disaster. We haven't even got a band.
Orla: We wanted The Commitments.
Mary: The Commitments? Seriously?!
Erin: The Commitment. One of them has gone solo.
Gerry: Which one?
Erin: The one from Derry with the dark hair. But we can't afford her, and even if we could, she's booked up until next year.
Mary: I'm not surprised. She's some voice on her.
Aunt Sarah: She's a walking instrument.
Joe: You put a bag over thon doll's head, you'd swear it was Tina Turner.
Erin: Well, at least the parish hall's sorted, I suppose.
Mary: Aye. Aye. Oh, God, aye, that's all sorted. Aye.