Mary: Pack it in! Look, when Gabriel was fixing the boiler, I brought him up a couple of cups of tea.
Gerry: Couple of dozen!
Mary: We got chatting.
Gerry: Jesus... Christ!
Mary: He told me that he was taking these night classes in English literature. He wants to do a degree. He convinced me to come along and check it out. That house was the tutor's house, Erin. There was eight other people there.
Erin: So why were you drinking wine, Mammy?
Mary: Because everybody was drinking wine. There was cheese as well.
Gabriel: Blue stuff. Stinking!
Mary: So stinking.

Mary: I didn't have an affair! I didn't want to say anything, because... Because, well, the idea that someone like me could go back to school, the idea that someone like me might even go to university, well, it didn't seem possible. I thought there's no point in telling anybody about all this because it's not actually going to happen. It's... It's not real.
Gerry: Well... let's make it real, if it's what you want.
Mary: Do you mean that?
Gerry: There's nothing you can't do, love. Nothing.
Joe: Absolute arsehole.

[The gang are watching the TV broadcast of Aisling and Jenny singing at the school's Stars in Their Eyes evening:]
Michelle: She hasn't got a fucking note in her head!