Erin: Do you remember the whole "us being in grave danger" thing Sarah mentioned? Well, I think... I think this might be it!
Michelle: I thought you said fortune telling was medieval.
Erin: Yeah, well, something has made me reassess all that. What was it again? Oh, aye... The fact that there's an actual Provo in the boot of our car!

Erin: Oh, God. John Paul's over there. Christ, but it's been so awkward since we broke up.
Michelle: For fuck sake, Erin. He kissed you on the cheek at Kerry Coyle's 16th birthday party and then passed out in a puddle of his own boke.
Erin: Yeah. He missed the boat, all right.
Michelle: I'm sure the fact that he's poking a model is some consolation.
Erin: OK. Cara is not a model. She's done some modelling. There's a difference.
Orla: I heard she's gonna be on Baywatch.
Erin: She's not going to be on Baywatch, Orla.
Clare: I heard that, too.
Michelle: So did I.
Erin: They don't have people from Derry on Baywatch, OK? We're just too pasty.

Erin: I won't let you. I won't let you do it.
James: You can't stop me!
Erin: Fine. In that case, I'll just come and watch.
James: What?
Erin: You heard me, James. If you insist on going through with this, well, I'm-I'm going to make sure you don't enjoy it.

Erin: Ok. So, I'm trying not to think too much. Just to sort of let it flow through me.
Michelle: Uh, that's minging, Erin.
Erin: Here's what I have so far. "You know we belong together You and I forever and ever No matter where you are You're my guiding star."
James: Isn't that the theme tune to Home and Away?
Erin: Is it? Aw, for god's sake!

Erin: Have you ever actually met them, Rita? Take That?
Rita: No, I can't stand them, if I'm being honest, but their fans are so thick they'll buy any old shite. Present company included.
Erin: I think you mean excluded.
Rita: Naw. Naw, I don't.
Erin: I see.

Student #1: What's wrong with her, like?
Student #2: She's such a dick.
Erin: Yeah, she might be a dick. [stands up] But she's my dick.
Clare: Actually, she's our dick.
[Erin and Clare give each other a nod and head for the aisle]
Michelle: Oh, for fuck's sake.
[Michelle and James stand up and follow Erin and Clare to the stage.] [As the group dance on stage, back home the adults watch a live news report about a bombing.]

Erin: How could you have glued his head on upside down, Orla? He's wearing a hat, for Christ's sake!

Erin: This is rank.
Clare: Why are we doing it?
Erin: Because Rita told us to and I'm scared of her, Clare! I'm very, very scared of her! Why's it so heavy? Aren't they meant to be 90% wool?

Chief Inspector Byers: OK, before this goes any further, you're minors, we need to get a parent or a guardian down here, ASAP. Who would you like us to call?
Michelle: Can you just give us a minute?
Clare: We can't call my ma!
Erin: Well, we're not calling mine!
Michelle: Mine neither!
Erin: Do not look at Orla, her ma is just an extension of my ma!
James: What about someone's dad?
Erin: Oh, Das can't be trusted!
Michelle: Das are in the pockets of mas.
Erin: It's true. Das are just Ma enablers.

Erin: Oh, God. Don't tell me Charlene Kavanagh is going. She is dying about herself. "Oh, I'm so good-looking, oh, I'm so popular... " If there ever was a more shallow, self absorbed, generally unpleasant human being...
Charlene: Hi, Erin.
Erin: Hi. Good. Grand. Not too bad. Can't complain. Is the answer I'd have given if you'd asked how I was.
Charlene: Right. Are you signing up for Paris? I can't convince that lot to come. Looks like I'm going to need someone to hang out with.
Erin: It would be an honour.
Charlene: OK. Well, I'll see you later then.
Erin: You will, Charlene. Indeed you will! Did you hear that? The Charlene Kavanagh wants to hang around with little old me.
Clare: Do you know what I admire most about you, Erin? Your unshakeable principles!