Erin: What the hell? What is going on? Where are all the literary greats?
Orla: What happened to my monkeys?
Mary: We had to take them down. They were scaring the wains.
Erin: Why are the wains here?
Mary: Ach, splitting the booking just made sense, you know, price wise.
Erin: We are not sharing our 18th birthday party with the first communion do! I cannot believe this, Mammy!
Mary: [begins to sob] All I do is try my best, Erin...
Erin: Oh, come on.
Mary: [sobbing] This is how I'm treated...
Erin: Well, you're quite clearly pretending to cry now, so.
Mary: [normal voice] Everything I do, I do it for you!
Erin: Is that right, Bryan Adams?
Mary: And maybe you'll realise that...
Erin: Oh, don't even.
Mary: ..when I'm dead.
Erin: Seriously?