Michelle: What the fuck is he playing at now?
Erin: You knocked him down, Michelle!
Michelle: I wasn't driving! Only James could manage to get himself run over by a stationary fucking van.
Orla: Is he dead?
Michelle: Course he's not. He's grand. James... James. James... James? James.
Erin: Right, well, that's not working!
Clare: Let's just get him to the house and we can ring for help.
Erin: Come on, Michelle.
Michelle: [holding crate] Oh, right. It's just, I can't carry him and the drinks, so...
Erin: Then put the Hooch down.
Michelle: Honest to Christ! Ugh!