Tara: [on the phone] I just don't want to get into it, Conor love, OK?
Clare: Excuse me. I need your help.
Tara: It's over. Why can't you just accept that, babe?
Clare: Excuse me, please.
Tara: What is it, honey?
Clare: I missed the train. I was in the loo. When I came out everyone was gone, and it was the wrong platform, and I ran across, but it was too late and I missed the train.
Tara: OK, love, keep your knickers on.
Clare: My knickers are no concern of yours, thank you very much.
Tara: 20 minutes till the next one. Take a seat, gorgeous.
Clare: 20 minutes? Yeah. Sorry, I think I can wait 20 minutes. I think that's fine.
[As Clare turns around, she sees Sister Michael limping to a chair]