Clare: [on the phone] At least I'll be back for your 18th.
Erin: It's not my 18th, is it? It's Orla's 18th. My 18th was three months ago, but our tight hole mas wouldn't pay for two parties, so instead they've just amalgamated them.
Clare: Is there a theme?
Erin: Oh, yeah.
Orla: Totally.
Clare: Well, come on then, what is it?
Erin: Literary greats.
Orla: Monkeys...