Michelle: OK, now that Mae has officially joined the group, we need to give James his notice.
James: What?
Michelle: I personally think a week's more than generous.
Orla: Me, too.
James: Orla!
Orla: Oh, I'm sorry, James, but Chinese people are just better than English people.

Clare: What's happening over there is really lousy, Erin. Father Conway showed us a video. There's this one wee fella, Kamal. He's only ten, and every morning, he walks 25 miles to the nearest well.
Orla: Does he just really enjoy wells, aye?

Michelle: It is mental out there. Everybody's talking about it! Dennis gave me free pick and mix! Bon bons an' all. No fucking about, like! We're basically celebrities now. We're like The Corrs.
Orla: Can I be Jim?

Orla: Will we need our passports, Gerry?
Gerry: For Belfast? I don't think so, love.

Michelle: Why do we even have to talk to her?
Clare: Because she's new, Michelle!
Michelle: Urgh! I hate people I don't know.
Clare: And, in case you hadn't noticed, she also happens to be Chinese. I mean, how class would it be to have a Chinese friend?!
Orla: We could keep her in my toy box.
Michelle: No, we couldn't, Orla.
Orla: Oh, she'd definitely fit.
Erin: That is not the point.

Orla: Don't cry, Erin. He's in a better place now. Unless he's not, you know. Unless he's gone to hell.

Clare: Are you sure this'll work?
James: This is how you get rid of drugs, Clare. I've seen Goodfellas, like, 20 times.
Orla: It's not the only way. I watched this film once about this girl who was trying to hide drugs and what she did was she shoved them right up her...
Michelle: I'm not sticking a scone up my hole, Orla. I'll tell you that for nothing.

Dennis: Ah! You touch them, you buy them. That's the law.
Erin: I don't think that is the law.
Dennis: If I say it's the law, it's the law, smart-o.
Erin: Right. It's just I can't afford them any more. Have to give all my money to Kamal.
Dennis: Who the fuck's Kamal?
Orla: He's a wee Ethiopian fella from Ballybofey, Dennis.

Sarah: Yeah, go on, love. Say something to Katya.
Orla: Your name sounds a bit like "cat".
Sarah: God, aye, so it does.

James: Orla was the one who washed it.
Orla: Oh, OK. OK. I have had it with you, James, and your picking, picking, picking, and I won't take it any more. Do you hear me?
James: Is everything OK, Orla?
Sarah: I warned you, Orla. You're putting yourself under too much pressure.
Orla: Can't fail, Mammy.
Erin: Since when have you been troubled by exams?
Orla: Exams? What are you on about, Erin?
Erin: What are you on about, Orla?
Orla: Step.
Erin: I'm sorry?
Orla: Step aerobics.