Joe: What the hell were you playing at back there, kemosabe?
Gerry: That's actually a Native American term.
Joe: What were you meant to be?
Mary: Japanese.
James: I don't think you get much Japanese tourism in Derry, do you?
Michelle: Aye, cos that's why it wasn't believable. Dickweed.

Michelle: I'm in shock.
Erin: It's insane!
Michelle: I don't even think I fancy him.
Erin: What?
Michelle: Well, it's obviously him. It's obviously my husband. Like, it's just too much of a coincidence.

Gerry: It's aiding and abetting! We're talking serious jail time here.
Joe: Well, it's a risk we have to take.
Gerry: No, it's not, Joe! It's not a risk we have to take. It's a risk we shouldn't take!
Joe: Don't you take that tone with me, boy.
Mary: He seems like a nice enough fella, Gerry.
Gerry: We have to walk away from this.
Erin: What if we can't walk away, Daddy? What if we don't help him and he kills us all because we know too much?
Orla: I like him. I think he's a character.

Mary: What do you fancy, Sarah?
Sarah: I wouldn't mind a wee vodka.
Michelle: Make that two.
Waitress: We don't sell alcohol.
Sarah: I'll take a tea.
Waitress: Any food?
Mary: We're just looking.
Waitress: Fine.
Gerry: Yeah, and at 2.25 a burger, looking is all we'll be doing!

Emmett: Don't mind me, just grabbing a knife. Take it you haven't decided yet?
Joe: Just leave it with me, son.
Emmett: Aye, no pressure. Sure, I'll be over here if you need me.
Erin: What the hell does he need a knife for?
James: He's eating his lunch.

Joe: Listen, have you killed anyone, son?
Emmett: No. Well, at least not directly.
Joe: Well, there you go. So that settles it.
Gerry: I don't think that does settle it, actually, Joe!
Joe: You know what's wrong with you, Gerry? You're an awful wuss.
Gerry: I'm not a wuss!
Joe: You're afraid of your own shadow.
Gerry: I'm not!
Joe: Well, then, grow a set of balls and help the fella out!
Gerry: I have a set of balls, thank you very much!