Erin: Someone get me some towels, some hot water.
Michelle: Why, is he giving birth?

Erin: We're gonna have to take him back to the village.
Michelle: I am not carting him all the way down that road again.
Clare: Well, someone has to run and get help.
Orla: I'm the fastest.
Erin: This is true. She's like a whippet.

Orla: Maybe it'll pass.
Erin: You can't get out in that, Orla. It's too dangerous. We're already a cousin down, we can't risk it.
Clare: We're trapped. Our friend is fatally wounded and there's nothing we can do to help.
James: Could someone please get me a glass of water?
Erin: Poor James, he just doesn't deserve this.
James: Feels like my throat's closing over.
Michelle: We had our differences, but all said and done...
James: Girls...
Orla: He was a good man.
Michelle: He was.
James: Girls!
Michelle: Would you shut the fuck up, James? James!

Erin: Be careful, girls. Head trauma causes memory loss, and he might not know who we are.
Orla: How many fingers am I holding up?
James: None.
Orla: Very good! It was a trick question.

Erin: Who's the President of New Zealand?
James: I don't know that. Do you know that?
Erin: No.

James: Look, I'm fine, I think.
Erin: You think?
James: I saw the tunnel, girls.
Clare: What, the tunnel?
James: Only, it was made of trees. Hundreds of trees that had overgrown and intertwined... and I could just about make out a light in the distance, and then a voice, as if from nowhere, a voice told me to walk towards it. "Walk towards the light," it said.
Michelle: Here, I'm absolutely starving.
Clare: Me too.
Erin: Aye, I could eat, you know.
Orla: Shall we have a hoke in the kitchen, then?
Clare: Sounds good.

Clare: I made us some broth.
Erin: Broth?
Clare: Yeah.
Erin: It's called soup.
Clare: Broth is soup and soup is broth.
Erin: Soup is soup and broth is something used to poison people in a horror movie. Seriously, Clare, as if this place isn't creepy enough.
Orla: Oh, I like it.
James: It's freezing.
Clare: There's no electricity, James. What do you want me to do?

Michelle: I am so fucking bored.
Erin: Don't even start, Michelle. You promised us hot farmers.
Michelle: The hot farmers exist, Erin. I saw them with my own eyes.

Mary: So our mother passed away over a decade ago, and we were just...
Carlos Santini: Shh. There's a man here. Dark hair. I'm getting the initial S. Can anybody claim this man? He's wearing uniform. A military uniform.
Aunt Sarah: Jesus Christ, this boy again?
Carlos Santini: He's American. Hi.
Aunt Sarah: Send him back.
Carlos Santini: I'm sorry?
Aunt Sarah: How many times does he need to be told? I'm not interested.
Carlos Santini: He's getting upset now.
Aunt Sarah: I don't care, Carlos.
Carlos Santini: Well, he's going now.
Aunt Sarah: I'm glad to hear it.
Carlos Santini: He's gone.
Aunt Sarah: Moanin' shite.

Carlos Santini: [gasps] There's someone else here. A woman. A family member?
Mary: Mammy?
Joe: What did you do with my razor?!