Michelle: What is taking you so long, dick splash?
James: This isn't my bag.
Erin: Are you sure?
James: Unless I forgot the fact that I packed a shit-ton of cash and a gun.
Erin: What?
Orla: And a pair of pliers, some hairspray, a toothbrush, and one of those wee face hats.
Michelle: A face hat? [Orla puts on the balaclava]
Erin: Jesus Christ, Orla. [grabs the balaclava]
Orla: [gasps] And a bag of Tayto.
Michelle: What flavour?
Orla: Salt and vinegar.