Clare: Can I ask something?
Erin: Yeah.
Clare: How much longer are we gonna ignore the elephant in the room?
Orla: Where? [looks around
Clare: It's tomorrow, girls. Tomorrow! Christ, I feel sick.
James: Why? You're gonna walk it, Clare.
Clare: I know that! I'm not worried about me, I'm worried about you four. If you fail your GCSEs the school won't take you back. I don't wanna have to make new friends from scratch, I'll have enough on my plate with the A-levels! I'm just praying you lot scrape by!
Erin: That is very considerate of you, Clare.
Clare: I know.

Gerry: Where is he?
Mary: D'you get the butter?
Gerry: He's done it again. Seamus!
Mary: Keep your voice down, Gerry!
Gerry: I want him out, Mary!
Mary: He'll hear ye!
Gerry: I don't care! He's a psychopath, and he's outstayed his welcome. Seamus! Seamus!
Joe: [enters holding a cat] Just what the hell is your problem, boy?!
Gerry: That. That is my problem, Joe. There is now a dead shrew on our doorstep.
Joe: And?
Gerry: And if we add that to the three dead pigeons, the dead mouse, and the dead feckin' frog, that's quite the body count, Joe.

Gerry: He could at least put a bell on the thing.
Mary: That's a good idea, Daddy. That way if Seamus is the culprit...
Joe: He isn't!
Mary: Well, then the birds, the mice, the shrews, the frogs, they'll hear him coming.
Aunt Sarah: Put a bell on him? I dunno, Mary, is that not a breach of his human rights?
Mary: No, because he's a cat.
Joe: He doesn't want to wear a bell, Mary, he's made that very clear!
Gerry: Christ almighty!

Erin: We're going to Michelle's to watch a film, can we borrow your video-cam, Daddy?
Mary: So, big day tomorrow!
Aunt Sarah: Is our Avon order due?
Mary: The wains get their GCSE results, Sarah.
Aunt Sarah: Oh, aye.

Sister Michael: Ladies.
Clare: What happened, Sister?!
Sister Michael: This? This is nothing. You should see the other guy.

Erin: We wanted to rent a video, but...
Sister Michael: Yeah, I didn't ask.
Erin: Trying to take our minds off tomorrow.
Sister Michael: Why are you still talking to me?
Erin: The results, you know?
Sister Michael: Stop it!
Erin: I suppose in many ways you're as nervous as we are.
Sister Michael: Well, no, because the school actually receives them the day before you do, and also, I don't care.
Dennis: Awk, Sister, it's yourself. I've left the new Scorsese over for you.
Clare: You... have the results already?! You know how we did?
Sister Michael: Just try to enjoy what time you've left, girls.

Clare: Our lives are over.
Erin: I wouldn't say our lives are over.
Clare: Passing those exams was our only chance. We're girls, we're poor, we're from Northern Ireland and we're Catholic, for Christ's sake!
Erin: Oh, my God, she's right! What type of future will we have?!
Michelle: We don't need to worry about the future, Erin. If we fail, well, our mas are gonna fucking wipe us out, and dead people don't need jobs.
Clare: Oh, thank you, Michelle, that's very reassuring!

Erin: How bad do you think it is? Do you think it's, like, grounded bad, or...
Michelle: Run-away-from-home bad.
Erin: Exactly.
Orla: And if it is run-away-from-home-bad, I'm afraid I will need my snorkel back, James.

Clare: I do have a slight concern that this plan might be a little flawed.
Michelle: Do you wanna find out or not, Clare?
Clare: Shouldn't we wait till dawn?
Michelle: No, we shouldn't, Clint Eastwood!

Erin: Won't the alarm go off?
Michelle: I know the code.
Clare: How?
Michelle: Last summer I had a bit of a thing with Jackie Ryan...
Clare: Jackie Ryan, the caretaker?! He's about 60! That's disgusting! That's elder abuse! And he's married. I just think that is the most...
Michelle: Jackie Ryan's son!
Clare: Oh, right.