Erin: How's it going? [Clare gives a "so-so" hand gesture] You're really not gonna talk for 24 hours?
Orla: Yeah, that's tough. You're better off not breathing.
Erin: Would she be, Orla? Or... would she be dead?
Orla: It's not doing me any harm.
Erin: What?
Orla: I'm not breathing for Children in Need.
Erin: That's happening now, is it, you're currently not breathing?
Orla: Correct.
Erin: Grand.

Orla: Ooh! Protestants like to march and Catholics like to walk.
Father Peter: OK, can we just...? Jenny, could you just...? Oh, you've already written it down, have you? Great, thank you, Jenny. I want to just pause and think about what's in here. What about the fact that we all feel and love and hope and... Write this down. We all cry. [Aisling, in charge of the "Similarities" board, is unsure whether to write this down] We all laugh. We all dream. I just want to think along those lines, for a moment. OK?
Boy: Catholics watch RTE!
Girl: Protestants love cleaning!
Michelle: Protestants are taller!
Dee: Catholics have more freckles!
Orla: Protestants hate ABBA!

Orla: Aye, you shouldn't swear, Michelle, cos when you swear, Our Lady in heaven, she cries her tears, then make rain. Isn't that right, Sister Michael?
Sister Michael: What age are you now, Orla?
Orla: 15.
Sister Michael: Yeah. You might want to think about wising up.

Erin: That Eileen Rafferty story did not add up, girls.
Michelle: Do you think your ma's getting plumbed by the plumber?
Orla: Well, I never trusted her, not since the day I met her.
Erin: She's your auntie, Orla. The day you met her you were a new-born baby.
Orla: Exactly.

Aunt Sarah: Janette Joyce formerly O'Shea knocked about with us.
Mary: Until she bagged her medical student boyfriend. We weren't good enough for the likes of Janette, then. Oh, no.
Aunt Sarah: He's a surgeon now. He took out Orla's tonsils.
Orla: And is point-blank refusing to give them back.

Orla: Which one's ours?
Erin: She didn't send a photo. Her family probably don't even own a camera. She'll find Derry a bit overwhelming at first, just because of how advanced everything is here. All the cracker stuff we have.
Orla: They have some pretty cracker stuff where she comes from, too, Erin.
Erin: Oh, really? Like what? Disease? Poverty?
Orla: No. You can get this wee woman made of wood, right? You pull her apart and inside her there's an even wee-er wooden woman, and you pull the wee-er wooden woman apart...
Erin: Are you talking about Russian dolls?

Orla: Yeah, he may be a lad, Jon, but I can offer you protection. I have a hunting knife.
Jon: Right, OK.
James: Wait, wait, wait. Where are you going?
Jon: Nature's calling.
Orla: Whoa! Number 1 or Number 2?
Jon: Excuse me?
Orla: Just answer the question, Jon.
Jon: I don't want to answer the question. I'm not comfortable with the question.
Orla: Cos if it's a number two, it's safer to bury it. You don't want a pack of wolves following your scent out in these parts. Those boys, they'll tear you limb from limb.
Jon: We're inside.
Orla: They have very sophisticated noses, Jon.
Jon: I'm going to go now.

Orla: Well, practice makes perfect, Aunt Mary. You know, that is why they are so cracker.
Erin: I'm sorry? Did you just call the Orange Order "cracker"?
Orla: I'm considering joining.
Erin: I don't think they accept Catholics, Orla. Or, you know, acknowledge our right to exist.

Sarah: So what happens now, Peter?
Father Peter: Well, I think the next stage is Rome, audience with the big man.
Orla: Pavarotti!
Gerry: John-Paul II.

Orla: Their wee beekeeper costumes are so cracker.