James: So... we're all 18 now. We're all officially adults. So tell me, Erin, how does that make you feel?
Erin: Good.
James: Very profound.
Erin: No, shut up. No, it's good. It's exciting.
James: Yeah?
Erin: Yeah. And maybe a wee bit scary too, you know. There's a part of me that wishes everything could just stay the same. That we could all just stay like this forever. There's a part of me that doesn't really want to grow up. I'm not sure I'm ready for it. I'm not sure I'm ready for the world.
Margaret Thatcher: [archive footage] Crime is crime is crime. It is not political, it is crime.
Erin: But things can't say the same, and they shouldn't.
John Hume: [archive footage] I think a real and historic opportunity now exists to take the gun out of Irish politics forever.
Erin: No matter how scary it is, we have to move on, and we have to grow up, because things... well, they might just change for the better.
[polling booth montage: Joe enters the booth with Baby Anna. Mary votes yes. Father Peter. Aunt Sarah inspects her nails. Joe shows his yes vote to Anna. Gerry. Deidre. Geraldine. Sister Michael. Dennis. Eammon. Colm. Jim.]
Erin: So we have to be brave.
[polling booth montage continues: Chief Inspector Byers]
David Cameron: [archive footage] What happened on Bloody Sunday was both unjustified and unjustifiable. On behalf of the Government, indeed, on behalf of our country, I am deeply sorry. [cheering]
Neil Young: [archive footage] My name is Neil Young, brother of John, who was murder on Bloody Sunday, and has now been vindicated as innocent!
Erin: And if our dreams get broken along the way... we have to make new ones from the pieces.
James: You should write that down.
Erin: Well, maybe I will someday.
[polling booth montage continues: Erin votes yes, James votes yes, Claire votes yes, Michelle votes yes, Orla chews her pencil and votes yes with a smiley face]
Man: [v.o.] Yes... 71.12%.
News Anchor: [v.o.] A record-breaking turnout, an overwhelming majority. The people of Northern Ireland have spoken. The country has just taken its first step into the future.

Katya: And when Erin finished reading me her poetry, she showed me some old walls.
Erin: I showed you the walls. I showed you the city walls. And they are nothing short of spectacular.
Sarah: Ach, if she's not into walls, she's not into walls, Erin, love.

Michelle: Nobody's going to recognise you, Clare.
Sister Michael: Clare Devlin? Is that you?
Clare: Jesus Christ.
Erin: Relax, Clare. It's the weekend. She has no authority over us at the weekend. She has no right to question us, and, if she tries to, I'll tell her as much.
Sister Michael: Morning, girls.
All: Morning, Sister Michael.
Sister Michael: What takes you to Belfast?
Erin: [quietly] I'm not really sure that's...
Sister Michael: Speak up.
Erin: I'm not really sure that's any of your business.
Sister Michael: I'm going to assume that was an ill-judged attempt at humour, Miss Quinn.
Erin: Yes.

Erin: Would you listen? It was piss.
Michelle: What was?
Erin: The tears on the statue. Well, I actually have good reason to believe they were... actually dog piss.
James: No! You're not serious!
Erin: Deadly serious.
Clare: Sweet and gentle Jesus! I mean, that sort of makes sense. I'm not even sure I saw her smirk any more. I've had a lot of caffeine.
Michelle: I definitely didn't see her smirk. I was lying, so...
James: Excellent.

Erin: [v.o.] That summer was a remarkable one. It was the summer we dared to dream. For generations, we'd known nothing but violence. Nothing but hatred. But finally we were saying, "Enough is enough." Finally, we were saying, "Let's give peace a chance."
Orla: She's up here!
Erin: Jesus Christ!
Orla: She's pretending she's on Parkinson again.
Mary: [o.s.] Parkinson? Does she know what time it is? I'll Parkinson her. I've enough on my plate without Parkinson.
Erin: Close the door! [Orla enters the bathroom] No, Orla. Leave, then close the door. [Orla leaves] And it was Wogan, for your information!

Erin: Bon bon? [eats one] What a day. God, this is really hard.
Father Peter: Oh, it's been incredible.
Erin: Were they always this hard?
Father Peter: You know, to tell you the truth, Erin, I've been having a bit of a crisis of faith recently.
Erin: That so? Seriously, it's like a jawbreaker.
Father Peter: It's been very challenging.
Erin: Really? Sorry, I'm gonna have to spit this out.

Erin: Are you throwing alcohol on it? Are you actually throwing alcohol on it? And what under God are you doing? Seasoning it?!

Katya: How dare you? I am poor Ukrainian so I must be prostitute.
Erin: Hear me out. First, she comes on to James here. What would possess her? Financial gain, that's what.
Katya: He attractive boy, Erin.
Erin: He's English, Katya.
Katya: I have no problem with this.
Michelle: You should.
Erin: Secondly, she owns condoms. They're in her bag. A whole packet. I've seen them, people.
Katya: You are imbecile.
Erin: An imbecile. And thirdly, all night, wee Ukrainian fellas have been coming up and giving her money they owe her. How the hell do you explain that?
Katya: I organise - how you say it? - whip round. We like to buy Jenny present to thank her for nice party.
Jenny: Oh, you guys!
Erin: Right. OK. Yeah, that does sort of explain it.

Father Peter: Is that everyone? Lovely stuff. OK, so, there was a bit of a misunderstanding on the expedition today which unfortunately led to a physical altercation. I thought rather than let it fester, we should talk about it, and start to heal and repair. So... who'd like to go first?
Geraldine: Jaffa bastard? You actually said those words?
Clare: It just came out, Mammy.
Sarah: Why were you threatening people with a knife, love?
Father Peter: OK, one at a time, please.
Philip's father: Well, if you'd wear the bloody hearing aid I paid a fortune for you'd have heard what she said! Unbelievable!
Harry's father: Girls! You were fighting with girls!
Joe: [to Gerry] This is all your fault. I knew this would happen.
[As Erin goes to the "Similarities" board and writes "Parents", Dee smiles]

Erin: I'll take her place. I'll step into her shoes. I'll do it.
Sister Michael: Really?
Erin: Absolutely.
Jenny: No, you can't. We're making a statement. You're ruining our statement.
Erin: Look, girls, I know Louise meant a lot to you all.
Jenny: She's not dead, Erin.
Erin: Well, not yet. Hopefully she won't, you know, die, but if she does, the show must go on. Isn't that right, Sister Michael?
Sister Michael: You terrify me.
Jenny: You can't be the editor.
Aisling: You've never even written an article, Erin.
Erin: That's because I can't get anything past Rupert Murdoch over there.