Aideen: Anyway, enough of my woes. We've not heard much out of you, Joe. How's life been treating you?
Joe: Ah, not great, I'm afraid. I caught dementia.
Aideen: Dementia?
Joe: Riddled with it, so I am.
Aideen: Ach, that's awful.
Joe: I can't remember a bloody thing.
Aideen: I am so sorry to hear that, Joe.
Joe: Thanks, love. [winks at Gerry]
Gerry: [quietly] Fair play, Joe.