Mary: Oh, shut up, shut up, shut up! Will you all just please shut up? I am sick of it! I am sick of the boiler and the vouchers and the fountain pens and the bastardin' Pop Tarts. I am sick of the fact that I am responsible for everything in this house, you useless, useless shites! Enough is enough. You can all sort yourselves out for once! Now... I'm going to go upstairs and have a long, hot soak in the bath. And I do not want disturbed is that understood?
Gerry: There's no hot water.
Mary: Christ almighty!