Michelle: Your ma said we could come up and have a look at the Russian.
Erin: Ukrainian.
Clare: Is this her?
Orla: Isn't she cracker? She's half mine.
Erin: No, she's not, Orla.
Orla: Aye, she is. Mammy said so.

Katya: Who is this?
Erin: Oh, that's just James.
Katya: You are handsome. And also sexy.
Michelle: Is her English not great?
[Katya stands up, pushes her way past the girls and snogs James]
Clare: What's happening?
Erin: Why would she do that? Why?
Michelle: Fuck knows, he's mingin'.

Mary: Shay Harkham was telling me you were in Duggan's Bakery yesterday lunchtime.
Joe: Well, that's hardly news.
Mary: Two buns, he said you ordered.
Joe: Well, I often do.
Mary: An apple turnover and a cream horn.
Sarah: A cream horn?
Erin: That's not like you, Granda.
Sarah: Sure, you couldn't pay you to eat a cream horn.
Joe: Cream finger, it was. Apple turnover and a cream finger.
Mary: Cream horn, Shay said.
Katya: Horns, fingers, who cares?
Mary: He swore on it, said he saw it being bagged up.
Sarah: And big Shay has eyes like a hawk, so he does.

Mary: Shay said when you left Duggan's, you turned up Pump Street.
Sarah: Pump Street? Who do you know on Pump Street, Da?
Mary: What were you doing heading up Pump Street with a cream horn, Da?
Joe: I was visiting a friend of mine.
Mary: What friend?
Joe: A new friend.
Mary: A male friend, was it? [Joe is silent] Aye, I thought as much. Buying cream horns for his fancy woman, Sarah, what do you think of that?
Joe: We met at the Stations of the Cross.
Erin: Which station?
Joe: Jesus falls for the second time.
Sarah: I could do without the details, Da.

Erin: I don't know, I just find her a bit, "I have a fringe and cigarettes and opinions" and she's also a bit, you know, "I hate walls" and she's just not...
Clare: Oh, the little peasant girl you ordered?
Erin: Yeah. No. I just don't trust her, OK? And that thing she said about my letters being boring, I really think she's playing some sort of twisted psychological mind game here.
Michelle: Or maybe your letters are just really fuckin' dull, Erin.
Erin: My letters are a gripping read.
James: I'm not comfortable with you talking about my girlfriend like this.
Erin: Aha! And she also fancies James. You don't find that a bit weird?
Michelle: Aye, that is a bit fucked up, in fairness.
Clare: I can't get my head around it.
Erin: I'm telling you, she's up to something.

Erin: Listen, I think James might be in real trouble.
Michelle: Right. Struggling to give a shit, if I'm honest.

Erin: Listen, I know this might be a bit shocking, but I think Katya is planning on taking James' virginity, tonight. I found condoms in her bag - actual condoms. Like, I don't even think they're legal in Derry.
Michelle: Wise up, Erin.
Erin: We have to stop her.

Mary: How could he bring another woman into this house? How could he bring her here, into our mother's home?
Gerry: Your mother never lived in this house.
Mary: Shut up, Gerry.

Michelle: Come on, Artem. You want me and I want you. Let's stop playing these games.
Artem: Look, I don't want any trouble! I'm begging you! Just leave me alone, please!
Michelle: Why are you suddenly Irish?

Mary: Can you believe him? Flaunting it in our faces like this.
Sarah: I don't even know the man any more.
Joe: [with Maeve] Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Mary: Unbelievable.
Gerry: Jammy Dodger?
[Sarah takes a biscuit while Mary passes]
Maeve: Blessed art thou and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.