Erin: What did you guys get up to?
Mary: Nothing!
Joe: Nothing much.
Gerry: Nothing to report.
Orla: [picks up collar] Oh, what's this? Fluffy who?
Aunt Sarah: Oh, thanks, love. I was looking for that. [puts collar around neck] They're all the rage, girls.

Gerry: Sarah? Is that... Are you wearing a wig?
Aunt Sarah: I don't want to get into it, Gerry.
Gerry: Good, neither do I.

Gerry: I thought I'd nip back before Mary gets out of work and give the place a bit of a going over.
Aunt Sarah: She didn't go to work.
Gerry: What?
Aunt Sarah: I don't know what's going on with her, Gerry, but I'm worried. She's banging on about feminism. She's talking about joining the Women's Coalition.
Gerry: Oh, Jesus!

Aunt Sarah: I've said she doesn't need to worry about dinner. I'm cooking tonight... as soon as I've defrosted this thing. [aims hair dryer at frozen chicken]
Gerry: Fantastic.

Aunt Sarah: [holding a box of Gravy Granules] Christ, you'd need an A-level in chemistry to decipher these instructions.

Gabriel: Yeah, me and the wife, well, we separated recently.
Aunt Sarah: God, that's terrible, so it is.
Gabriel: I say separated. The truth is she ran off with my friend.
Aunt Sarah: Jesus, what must the friend look like?

Mary: Erin, love, what's wrong?
Erin: Oh, don't you "Erin, love" me!
Mary: I'm sorry? I know what you've been up to.
Aunt Sarah: Our secret lottery numbers, Mary.
Gerry: You do secret lottery numbers?

News Anchor: [on TV] It's a serious stumbling block in an already precarious peace process.
Aunt Sarah: I just can't believe this.
Gerry: Yeah. Let's hope they can work it out.
Aunt Sarah: I've frozen the wrong lobe.
Gerry: I see.

Mary: And what about you? How's your... do you... have you?
Gerry: [quietly] Playing with fire there, Mary.
Mary: Are you still, you know, are you not, you know?
Aideen: You don't have to beat around the bush, Mary.
Mary: Well, I do a bit.
Aideen: I'm still single.
Mary: Ah.
Aideen: Sure, who'd take me on?
Aunt Sarah: Don't say that. You're a fine-looking woman.
Aideen: Stop it.
Aunt Sarah: I'm serious. You could slice your hand on those cheekbones.

Aideen: All right, Mary? Do you want to play Guess Who?
Mary: Well, it's funny you should say that.
Aideen: It's absolutely brilliant. Come here. Look at this. Who does that look like? Isn't he the absolute spit of our Thomas? I mean, if you can imagine the 'tache.
Mary: He looks like Thomas O'Shea.
Aideen: Yeah.
Mary: Thomas O'Shea. Lived three doors down from us on the Lecky Road. He had a sister, Aideen O'Shea. This is Aideen O'Shea.
Joe: Aideen. That's it.
Aunt Sarah: Aideen O'Shea was massive.
Gerry: No, Sarah.
Aunt Sarah: We're talking huge. Gorgeous looking girl, but she'd have made four of you, love. And she was mad. Sure, didn't she get banged up?
Gerry: Sarah, really?
Aunt Sarah: She's in prison.
Aideen: She's not any more. But a ten-year stretch does wonders for the old figure.
Aunt Sarah: Ach, Aideen, what about you?