Dispatcher: Heading to the chapel, Bill?
Bill: Aye.
Dispatcher: Anybody free to pick up Bill from base? Over. Anybody near base at all? Over.
Man: [over radio] All right, back in five.
Dispatcher: Five minutes, Bill.
Bill: Good.
Gerry: Now, Jim, would you be open to the following possibility at all, that it may not have been a CIA agent you were picking up on that transmitter of yours, that there is in fact a good chance it was a taxi dispatcher from Burt ordering a car here to bring Bill to mass?
Jim: He did have a strong Donegal accent, now that you mention it.
Joe: Jesus, Jim!

Joe: I've got my eye on you, boy.
Gerry: Jesus, Joe.
Joe: What are you doing here? Meeting your fancy woman, I suppose.
Gerry: No, I'm not. I'm collecting Mary's photographs. And if I was having an illicit rendezvous with my mistress, I'm not sure that the supermarket that my father-in-law is doing the big shop in would be the best place for it, really.

Gerry: Do you know what this is about, Geraldine?
Geraldine: As far as I can make out, these lads tried to throw my Clare off a cliff.
Gerry: Desperate.
Deidre: Are you all right, Mary? How's the bowl working out for you?
Mary: Great. Great. Thanks very much, Deirdre.
Gerry: Well, that got to the bottom of it all right.