Ma Mary Quote #58
James: Mum's had a lot going on.
Cathy Maguire: Yeah. I've actually just started my own business. It's been a real passion project, a real labour of love! And it's really starting to take off now, so...
Mary: Right. And what sort of area is it?
Cathy Maguire: Self-adhesive labels.
Cathy Maguire: I design high-end self-adhesive labels.
Mary: You make stickers.
Cathy Maguire: For bespoke gift packages.
Mary: You're a sticker maker.
Cathy Maguire: No, they're not stickers exactly.
Sarah: And would there be much money in sticker making, Cathy?
Cathy Maguire: They are not stickers! Labels. They're labels.
Quote from Da Gerry
Joe: I won't miss my chance! Not again! You hear me, boy?
Gerry: What the hell is he planning to do?
Mary: When JFK came to Dublin, Uncle Colm met him, and Daddy didn't.
Joe: Things are gonna be different this time, I tell you.
Gerry: JFK spoke to Colm? Christ, that man didn't have much luck, did he?
Quote from Uncle Colm
Colm: This Clinton boyo is actually America's 42nd president, which is interesting now, because JFK, well, he was the 35th.
Joe: Why is that interesting?
Colm: Well, I suppose it's not really. Sometimes I'll just say something to get me from one sentence to the other, Joe, you know how it is.
Jim: It should be just up here on the left.
Colm: I'm not sure what number Nixon was, now. Or your man, what do you call him, the beardy fella in the hat. The one who knocked the aul slavery on the head?
Colm: The very boy. But then there was the 27th... [time lapse] America's 30th. And then there was the lad they named all the vacuum cleaners after.
Gerry: Jesus wept.
Quote from Aunt Sarah
Sarah: Tell me this, wains. How were the eyebrows?
Erin: What do you mean?
Sarah: The eyebrows. Were they looking well?
Erin: I didn't really notice her eyebrows.
Sarah: Cathy Maguire had the best eyebrows in Derry back in her day. She'd could have given Joan Crawford a run for her money. Isn't that right, Mary?
Mary: I've no time for Cathy Maguire. The woman abandoned her own wain, Sarah. She always was one cold, self-serving wee madam.
Sarah: I'm not talking about her. I'm talking about her eyebrows. Cathy and her eyebrows are two separate entities.
Mary: All right, don't be getting worked up.
Sarah: Well, I just think you should be able to compliment a woman's eyebrows without having her personality dragged into it.
Quote from The Concert
News Presenter: [on TV] Despite John Hume's optimism earlier today, the DUP leader, Ian Paisley, has said that under no circumstances will his party sit at the same table as Sinn Fein, making all party talks impossible.
Mary: I can't take it any more. All these false promises. Waiting week after week, hoping today might be the day, only to be disappointed.
Gerry: Don't upset yourself, love. It's just a wheelie bin.
Mary: It'll change my life, Gerry. And Strabane's had them for months. I mean, what's going on there? Who's pulling the strings for Strabane?
Quote from Episode Five
Mary: Already? It's started already?
Gerry: I think it's just a rehearsal, love.
Mary: They've been playing the same three songs since 1795. What do they need to rehearse for?
Quote from Stranger on a Train
News Anchor: [on TV] Ian Paisley and the DUP say they will not enter any kind of talks with Sinn Fein unless the IRA decommission all arms.
Aunt Sarah: I'm convinced they don't know where they are.
Da Gerry: What's that?
Aunt Sarah: The IRA. Well, after the ceasefire they've all this stuff just lying about, you know, their guns, their Semtex, their other bits and bobs, and there's nothing worse than clutter.
Ma Mary: Exactly like Mammy's Toby jug collection.
Aunt Sarah: I was just thinking that, Mary.
Ma Mary: I bagsed them all up, stored them somewhere safe, thought no more about them. Six months later Daddy wants to plant some seeds in John Wayne. Well, can I remember where I put them?
Da Gerry: Are you saying you think the IRA won't decommission because they've misplaced their balaclavas?
Ma Mary: I mean, they'll turn up, I'm sure.
Da Gerry: The balaclavas?
Ma Mary: The Toby jugs.