Tara: [on the phone] And I'd just generally like to be a bit more adventurous, you know? It's just all missionary, missionary, missionary. You know my friend Roisin? She told me her and Marty Collins get up to all sorts. She ties him up and everything. I'd love to do that. No, Conor, not tie you up. No, I mean I'd love to tie Marty Collins up. Oh, he's so hot.
Announcer: [over Tannoy] The next train from platform two will be the 9:40 from Londonderry to Portrush, calling at...
Clare: I think I'll head out to the platform.
Sister Michael: Good idea. Excuse me, madam.
Tara: Yeah.
Sister Michael: I must tell you I am shocked. Now, I know what you're going to say to me. You're going to say "It's none of my business," but... what cowboy is responsible for this soundproofing? It's atrocious. You need to speak to the lad who did our confessionals. They're great. There are fellas telling Father Peter where they stashed the murder weapon and the congregation is none the wiser. I'll drop his number in to you.

Aideen: [to Jordy] Where are my crisps?
Mary: She is not happy about him nicking the cheese and onion, is she?
Orla: They were salt and vinegar.
Mary: What?
Jordy: [points to James in the carriage] That fucker. Him. That fucker there.
Joe: Is he pointing at you, son?
James: Oh, God.
Jordy: It was him. It was him.
Aideen: [to James] Where's my crisps? You owe me a packet of crisps. [train starts to move] Where's my Tayto? Where's my salt and vinegar crisps? You stole my crisps.

Mary: Let's grab these.
Erin: We're going to sit in a different carriage, Mammy.
Mary: I don't know about that.
Erin: Come on, Mammy, we just want our own space. We're not weans. We don't need to be constantly supervised.
Mary: Where's Clare?
Erin: Shit.

Aunt Sarah: Are we wearing something belonging to her?
Aideen: [walks over] Mary? Ha. I don't believe it. Ach, would you look who it is. My God. Sarah McCool. Have you got a picture in the attic?
Aunt Sarah: Ach, away of that.
Aideen: She hasn't changed a bit, sure she hasn't.
Mary: Aye, well, a lot of work goes into it.
Aideen: Ach, Joe, Gerry. You keeping well?
Gerry: Not so bad, not so bad.
Joe: No complaints, love.
Aideen: I can't believe I've run into you. I'm not back a wet week.
Mary: How are you finding it?
Aideen: Strange, you know. But good, good strange. Look, I have to get off at the next stop, and my stuff is all the way up the other end, so...
Mary: No bother at all. So good to see you again.
Aideen: You too. Bye.

Mary: Look, it's grand. She's gone now. We got away with it.
Aunt Sarah: We totally got away with it.
Train Announcer: [over Tannoy] Ladies and gentlemen, our apologies for any inconvenience...
Mary: Are we slowing down? There's a problem on the line. We will be holding the train here indefinitely.
Aideen: Hello, again. Ha-ha-ha. And you thought you'd seen the back of me.
Mary: Aye, we did, aye.
Aideen: Come on. [sits down]

Aideen: Oh, Christ, it's been...
Mary: Years? Has it been years?
Aideen: Ha. At least ten. [chuckles]
Mary: Oh, God, imagine.
Aideen: What age must your wee girls be now?
Aunt Sarah: 14.
Mary: They're 17.
Aunt Sarah: God, time flies, doesn't it?

James: Shit. Look. He's going to open the bag. He's going to open the bag. He's going to realise it's the wrong one and he's going to come over here, he's going to find his bag, he's going to look inside, he's going to see that there's quid missing. Then he's going to kill all of us with his actual gun that he actually has.
Michelle: We need to get out of here.

Mary: Christ, this is desperate.
Aunt Sarah: I know, Mary. We're in too deep.
Mary: There's only one thing for it.
Aunt Sarah: OK, let's do it. [presses train button]
Mary: What are you playing at?
Aunt Sarah: I thought we were making a run for it.
Mary: We can't do that.
Aunt Sarah: Why not?
Mary: We're in the back arse of nowhere, for one thing, and we can't just abandon Gerry, Daddy and our own weans.
Aunt Sarah: Are you sure?
Mary: [looks back] No. We can't desert our family because we got ourselves into a slightly embarrassing situation.
Aunt Sarah: Slightly embarrassing? I'm turning inside out here.
Mary: We have to tell the truth. We have to tell her we can't remember who she is. Oh.
Aunt Sarah: Oh, Jesus, just hand me a spade and let me bury myself.

Erin: We'd like a word.
Fra: I'm busy.
Erin: We want it back.
Fra: What?
Michelle: You know what, dickhead.
Erin: The money. The £500.
Fra: I have no idea what you're talking about.
James: We can return the KitKats.
Orla: No, we can't. [eats KitKat]
James: Honestly, Orla.

James: The point is, you took advantage of her, so just give us back the money, or...
Fra: Or what? What are you going to do?
Orla: OK, Fra. We never wanted it to come to this. But you have messed with the wrong crowd this time, punk. [opens bag]
Erin: Orla, no. For the love of God, no. Do not pull out that... Is that a toothbrush?
Orla: It's not just any toothbrush. [whirring]
James: I see.
Fra: You think it's wise threatening someone in my position?
Michelle: You're a trolley dolly, Fra, so.
James: Yeah, and it's a toothbrush.
Fra: You think I'm not armed. Well, think again. [holds up banana]
James: This has gone in a direction I wasn't expecting.