Erin: I don't know, I just find her a bit, "I have a fringe and cigarettes and opinions" and she's also a bit, you know, "I hate walls" and she's just not...
Clare: Oh, the little peasant girl you ordered?
Erin: Yeah. No. I just don't trust her, OK? And that thing she said about my letters being boring, I really think she's playing some sort of twisted psychological mind game here.
Michelle: Or maybe your letters are just really fuckin' dull, Erin.
Erin: My letters are a gripping read.
James: I'm not comfortable with you talking about my girlfriend like this.
Erin: Aha! And she also fancies James. You don't find that a bit weird?
Michelle: Aye, that is a bit fucked up, in fairness.
Clare: I can't get my head around it.
Erin: I'm telling you, she's up to something.