Gerry: Colm, I've been thinking about this business with Eammon's roof.
Colm: Desperate altogether. Ach, sure there's nothing worse. I remember one...
Gerry: OK! We're going to play a game. [picks up bread stick] You can only speak if you're holding this.
Colm: Fair enough, Gerry.
Gerry: Must get a bit lonely for you, rattling round that big house on your own.
Colm: I live in a two-bedroom terrace, Gerry. Oh, sorry. I live in a two-bedroom...
Gerry: Two bedrooms is still one bedroom too many. But what if Eammon came and stayed with you for a bit?
Colm: I don't know, Gerry.
Gerry: Why not? Sure, you'd be company for each other.
Colm: The thing is... Now, how do I put this? I'm trying to find the right word.
Gerry: What?
Colm: You don't have the breadstick, Gerry.
Gerry: Feck the breadstick. What is it?
Colm: Well, I find Eammon a bit... boring, to be honest.
Gerry: I see. [snaps breadstick and crushes it]