Erin: We're going to Michelle's to watch a film, can we borrow your video-cam, Daddy?
Mary: So, big day tomorrow!
Aunt Sarah: Is our Avon order due?
Mary: The wains get their GCSE results, Sarah.
Aunt Sarah: Oh, aye.

Mary: Ach, I wouldn't be interested in a man like Gabriel, Daddy.
Gerry: Thank you, love.
Mary: You'd be tortured, you'd be getting the women off.
Aunt Sarah: Aye, true enough. At least, with Gerry, you've none of that worry.
Gerry: Excuse me?
Mary: It's not just the looks thing. He's really bright, too. That'd be intimidating, you know.
Aunt Sarah: If you're that hot, you should at least have the common decency to be a bit thick.
Mary: If I was with someone too clever, I'd feel all out of my depth.

Aunt Sarah: You didn't have to dress for dinner, Mary.
Mary: I'm not having dinner, Sarah.
Aunt Sarah: Why not?
Mary: Well, firstly, because I value my life, and, secondly, I'm heading out.

Aideen: And thanks for being so nice. Not everyone has been glad to see me back. People can be so judgmental. I bet you were shocked at the time, too. You must have felt like you didn't even know me.
Mary: Who really knows anybody?
Aideen: You can ask me about it, girls. I know you must be dying to.
Mary: Ach, sure, is there any point in raking it all up again?
Aideen: Ask me.
Mary: [stands up] I have irritable bowel syndrome.
Aideen: I'm sorry?
Mary: Don't be. It's just one of those things.
Aunt Sarah: [stands up] Aye, mine's playing up, now you mention it.
Gerry: You have trouble with your bowels as well, do you, Sarah?
Aunt Sarah: I'm crippled with them, Gerry, as well you know.
Gerry: [to Aideen] Do you fancy a game of Guess Who?

Erin: Tonight's bound to be a bit sad, though, Mammy, all the old friends that didn't make it.
Mary: I think most of the girls are going.
Erin: Yeah, the ones that are still alive, but I'm sure a few have, you know, died from old age.
Mary: We're in our thirties!
Gerry: Barely.
Mary: I heard that, you!
Orla: I'd have loved to have lived in olden times.
Mary: We didn't live in olden times!
Orla: Imagine going to school on a horse and a cart.
Mary: Nobody went to school on horse and cart!
Aunt Sarah: Eileen O'Kane did, Mary.
Mary: God, aye, so she did.

Mary: Jesus, if she was chocolate she'd eat herself. Have you ever seen anybody more delighted with themselves?
Aunt Sarah: Well, she is married to a surgeon, Mary. I'd be delighted, too.
Ciaran: Grand, so.
Mary: What's so great about being married to a surgeon?
Geraldine: The money.
Deidre: Plus that particular surgeon doesn't talk. A man that doesn't talk. She is living the dream, girls.
Gerry: What do you mean, doesn't talk?
Deidre: 15 years I've been nursing in that hospital, not a peep out of him.
Ciaran: Can he talk?
Mary: I mean, he used to talk, back when they started going out.
Deidre: Then he just stopped.
Ciaran: Jesus, but that's odd.
Deidre: You're telling me. Now don't get me wrong, he's a great surgeon, he's handled more bullets than the IRA, but you wouldn't wanna be stuck in a lift with him.
Gerry: Why does someone just stop talking?
Sean: Well, maybe he just ran out of things to say, Gerry.

Deidre: Ah, look at these.
Geraldine: Sure we haven't changed a bit.
Deidre: 1977. Jesus, girls, where did that time go?
Mary: Christ, look at those smiles. We had no idea how bad things were gonna get.

Deidre: Yeah, but we got through it.
Mary: We did all right, didn't we, girls? We did all right.
Aunt Sarah: That's not us.
Mary: What?!
Aunt Sarah: That's not us.
Geraldine: Oh, for God's sake!
Deidre: This must be the wrong tree.
Mary: Dear Jesus!
[title: "For all the Mammies"]

Mary: I'm not going to steam open my daughter's mail. Come on now, Sarah. As if I have time for that. [opens letter] National Insurance card.
Aunt Sarah: Is that all?
Gerry: Honest to God.

Mary: [opening microwave] Our lives will never be the same again.