Joe: Don't know a Jack McGinley, do you? Moved to Moscow, '88, '89, it would have been.
Erin: Seriously?
Katya: No.
Joe: Stocky fella.
Katya: No.
Joe: Curly hair, bit of a lisp.
Katya: I do not know this person.
Joe: Ah, maybe just as well, love. He's an awful prick.

Erin: It's class, isn't it?
Katya: Hmm. It's much how I imagine.
Erin: Oh, because of my letters? Well, descriptive narrative has always been a strong point.
Katya: No, not your letters. I see on news.
Erin: What do you mean, you've seen on news? You don't have news in the Ukraine. You don't have televisions.
Katya: Yes, we do.
Erin: No, you don't.
Katya: We do.
Erin: Really?
Katya: Of course.

Joe: Right. Come on in there, Maeve. Now, these are my daughters. That's Mary, and this is Sarah.
Sarah: Hello, Maeve.
Mary: Maeve.
Gerry: I'm Mary's husband, Gerry. We're Mary and Gerry and we're living in Derry. [Maeve chuckles while Joe looks unimpressed] Hm. I'll get the tea going.

Michelle: You're so lucky, Erin. I begged my ma to let me have one, but she said we've no room now that my dickhead ballbag English prick of a cousin has moved in. I'm talking about you, James, in case you're wondering.
James: Yeah, that much was clear, thank you, Michelle.
Michelle: Have you seen the one Jenny Joyce got, the fella? Massive, massive ride. I've been thinking, it might be time for me to lose the rest of my virginity. And he's definitely a contender. You help me? You put in good word with your Cossack friend so we can...? [gestures suggestively]
Erin: Will you stop that?

Sarah: Yeah, go on, love. Say something to Katya.
Orla: Your name sounds a bit like "cat".
Sarah: God, aye, so it does.

Joe: Maeve and me, we're... We just get on well, that's all.
Mary: Maeve? That's her name, is it?
Joe: Yes, that's right.
Mary: Maeve? That's what she's called, is she?
Joe: She is, aye.
Mary: Maeve? Maeve? Really? Maeve?
Katya: Why does your mother make that sound?

Jenny: Hi, everyone. This is Artem.
Michelle: Well, hello, Artem. [to Katya] Go on, then.
Katya: [Ukrainian] "She wants to have sex with you."
Jenny: He doesn't say much.
James: Is he... is he tied to you?
Jenny: Yeah, he kept wandering off. Listen, I've a feeling Artem and a few of the others are a bit homesick. It would be nice for them to spend some time together, so I'm having a bit of a soiree at my place tonight. It's going to be great. I've got a chocolate fountain and everything.
Erin: Well, chocolate fountain or not, I'd actually prefer to keep our Ukrainians separate, so...

Jenny: Has anyone seen Artem? I untied him for his toilet privileges half an hour ago and now I can't find him.
Michelle: What?

Sarah: Tell me this. Does Jenny Joyce's house really have eight bedrooms?
Orla: Aye. And some of the bedrooms, they have these wee, tiny bathrooms attached to them.
Sarah: Imagine!

Erin: She doesn't love him. She's just using him. She just wants something to do. But she can't do James. He's not a pastime or a plaything!
Michelle: Ach, Erin, if she wants to ride James, just let her ride James! Nobody else is ever gonna wanna touch the poor fucker.
Clare: I mean, maybe it's just his time. I mean, we're all gonna have sex at some point.
Michelle: You probably won't, Clare.
Erin: Aye, I can't see that, either, to be honest, Clare.