Rob: How is she finding it?
Sean: All right, I think. I mean, she's 17, so, she's just starting out. She's not as established as someone like yourself.
Geraldine: Aye, she's not fully qualified yet, so to speak.
Rob: How are you finding it?
Geraldine: Oh, we're learning a lot.
Sean: We are.
Rob: Good.
Sean: I mean, we worry.
Geraldine: We do.
Deidre: We all worry.
Sean: Aye, but life's that bit harder when you're different.
Rob: Maybe. Then again, the chances of an accidental teenage pregnancy are lowered quite significantly with a lesbian daughter.
Geraldine: I'll drink to that!

Mary: Unbelievable.
Aunt Sarah: God, she's shameless, so she is.
Mary: I'm not letting her away with it.
Geraldine: Ach, Mary, don't give her the satisfaction.
Deidre: Yeah, she's a dick.
Mary: Who the hell does she think she is?! Janette! Janette! Janette! Janette! Janette! Janette, Janette, Janette!
Janette: [sighs and turns around] Oh, my God! Hi, guys! I didn't even realise you were here!
Mary: Really? Cos you looked straight at us there, Janette.
Janette: Janette Joyce, formerly O'Shea. I dunno if you know my husband, Richard. He's a surgeon.
Gerry: Hello, Richard. [Richard nods to Gerry] Very pleased to meet you. [Richard raises his glass and drinks ] I see.
Janette: So, eh, this is Sarah, Deidre, Geraldine and Marie.
Mary: Mary.
Janette: Mary. Mary, of course. You've probably never heard me talk about them because, well, why would I, really?
Mary: Touching.

Gerry: Are you enjoying yourself, Richard? [Richard smiles and nods]
Sean: Ah, that's a great suit. How much did you pay for it, if you don't mind me asking?
Janette: A lot.
Ciaran: Tell us this, Richard. What's your star sign? [Richard's mouth is agape]
Gerry: Fair enough. I wouldn't answer that either.

Janette: This is great, isn't it? Richard doesn't get much time off, because he's a surgeon. Don't know if any of you guys are surgeons, but it's really full-on.
Gerry: Yeah, that's why I packed it in eventually. I just thought, no, I'll retrain as a delivery van driver, then I'll have more time for myself.

[flashback to 1977:]
Wee Mary: How am I hilarious?
Wee Deidre: Cos you're chickening out.
Wee Mary: I'm not!
Wee Geraldine: I'm definitely chickening out.
Wee Deidre: Geraldine, we made a pact.
Wee Geraldine: Yeah, thing is, I don't care.
Wee Rob: What's going on?
Wee Aunt Sarah: I have no idea, Brad.
Wee Rob: Rob.
Wee Aunt Sarah: Sorry?
Wee Rob: My name's Rob!
Wee Aunt Sarah: Are you sure?
Wee Rob: Pretty sure, yeah.
Wee Aunt Sarah: You look like a Brad to me. Then again, that could be the American thing.
Wee Rob: The Canadian thing. I'm Canadian!
Wee Aunt Sarah: If you say so, Brad.

[flashback to 1977:]
Wee Deidre: Janette, tell them.
Wee Janette: Yeah, the thing is, I'm not gonna do it now either.
Wee Deidre: It was your idea!
Wee Janette: I know, I get that, it's just, well, when I said it I never thought any of you would actually go for it, because, well, it's mad.
Wee Geraldine: I'm just glad sense has finally prevailed.
Wee Deidre: This is so bloody typical! We never do anything spontaneous.
Wee Mary: Speak for yourself. I'm a very spontaneous person, actually. Sandwich?
Wee Geraldine: Oh, lovely.
Wee Mary: I've a flask of tea here somewhere.

[flashback to 1977:]
Wee Deidre: It's leavers' night! We should make it a night to remember.
Wee Mary: But it's sort of illegal, Deidre.
Wee Deidre: It's punk! The only religion worth fighting for.
Wee Mary: Ach, don't start banging on about punk, Deidre. We're not doing it, end of. Now have a sandwich and enjoy the disco.
Wee Deidre: The disco is shit!
Wee Mary: But things are just warming up! The real talent will be arriving soon. Trust me, any second now those doors are gonna burst open and a lot of absolute rides are gonna storm in here and snog the faces off us.
Sister Benedict: Quiet. Settle down. OK, I've just been informed that the IRA have mounted a roadblock on the Craigavon Bridge, which means nobody can enter the school grounds and nobody can leave. But it's not all bad news. Sister Matthew has very kindly offered to lead us in the rosary. So, I think it's best if we wrap the disco up now and get cracking. We'll pray our way out of here, folks.
Wee Deidre: You were saying?

Mary: I think it's time to pull some skeletons out of the closet.
Geraldine: No, Mary! They're grand where they are. Leave the skeletons be, for the love of God.
Mary: I have carried this around with me for over 20 years! We all have! Well, no more. No more.
Geraldine: Sweet and gentle Jesus.
Deidre: Here we go!

[flashback to 1977:]
Wee Deidre: The rosary! The bastarding rosary!
Wee Geraldine: OK, well, that's definitely blasphemy, so...
Wee Deidre: School's over, girls. It's reality now. Jobs, husbands, kids.
Wee Aunt Sarah: Not for me. I have another year.
Wee Geraldine: Yeah, why are you even here?!
Wee Mary: My da made me bring her.
Wee Janette: It's so depressing. Is this how we're wringing out our youth?
Wee Deidre: Fucking rosary!
Wee Geraldine: Can we have less of the blasphemy, please?
Wee Rob: What even is a rosary? Is it like a dance?
Wee Deidre: Americans are such fucking heathens!
Wee Rob: Canadians! Canadians are heathens!
Wee Aunt Sarah: That's a bit harsh, Brad.
Wee Rob: Oh, shit.

[flashback to 1977:]
Wee Janette: This is leavers' night. No kissing, no dancing, nothing to look back on!
Wee Deidre: We deserve better than this, girls.
Wee Mary: You're right. We do. Our whole lives we've been told what we can do, what we can wear, where we can go, who we can talk to. We're told who we are and what we believe in. It's all curfews and barricades and roadblocks and rosaries. For once, let's do something purely because we want to do it. This is our rebellion!
Wee Deidre: What are you saying?
Wee Mary: Suddenly... I'm feeling punky.
Wee Deidre: Yes!