Sean: I was just wondering if we could scare the shite out of him, jump out suddenly from behind something, that might get a rise out of him maybe.
Gerry: I dunno, Sean...
Ciaran: Yeah, fella might have a heart condition!
Rob: One second.
[Rob stands up, walks over to Richard by the buffet, and taps him on the shoulder]
Rob: Excuse me.
[Rob puts his hands around Richard's face and kisses him]
Rob: Well?
[Richard shakes his head to signal it wasn't for him]
Rob: I see. [walking back] Impossible.

Mary: Janette? We would like a word.
Geraldine: Mary, please, stop now before it's too late.
Janette: About what?
Mary: About the summer of '77. About the leavers' disco.
Janette: I don't know what you're talking about!
Mary: Oh, I think you do. Will I tell him?
Janette: Go away, Mary!
Mary: Or will I show him the photographs? You do remember the photographs?
Aunt Sarah: Oh, sweet Jesus. The Polaroids.
Ciaran: What Polaroids?
Aunt Sarah: Brad photographed it.
Gerry: Who the feck is Brad?!
Rob: Me, I think.
Mary: Evidence, Janette! Photographic evidence!
Sean: Look, girls, you have to back up here!
Mary: Well?
Janette: Ignore her. She's mad.
Mary: Oh, like that, is it?! Come on, girls. To the fairy tree.
Gerry: What the blazes is going on here exactly?

Janette: Don't do this, Mary. You have as much to lose as I do.
Mary: Aye, but the difference is I don't give a shit.
Sean: Where are we going?! Slow down, I'm out of puff here!
Geraldine: Will you see sense, Mary? For God's sake!
Deidre: She's right, Geraldine. I'm sick of the lies, I'm sick of the shame. Let's dig it up!
Gerry: Christ, girls, you didn't kill someone, did you?!

Deidre: This is the place. [starts digging] Help me! [Mary joins in too]
Gerry: For the love of Jesus, what's going on, girls?
Rob: Well, I don't know about anybody else, but I'm having a wonderful time.
Deidre: I think I feel something!
Janette: Stop it! [screams] Stop it!
Mary: You wanna tell him what we did?
Janette: No. I'll show him. Richard, I am so, so sorry.
[flashback to 1977:]
Wee Mary: [v.o.] Every time we look at them we'll remember this night, and know we did something once.
I hope in 10, 20, 30 years' time that another group of girls find this box, look at these photographs and say, "Jesus but they must have been a bunch of bad bitches!"

Geraldine: What choice did we have? If the truth came out our lives would be over!
Sean: Well, that's not true, now is it, love?
Deidre: Imagine if our girls found out we had these.
Mary: They'd do whatever they wanted, we wouldn't have a leg to stand on!
Geraldine: We broke so many laws! We were underage, nobody was a qualified practitioner, they should have locked us up and thrown away the key!
Sean: OK!
Aunt Sarah: I'm so sorry, Daddy.
Joe: Ach, I'm not bothered with that, love. Your mother had a tattoo.
Mary: What?! Where?
[Granda Joe is silent]

Janette: Richard? Richard? Yeah, he can't even look at me! Why did you have to do it, Mary? Why couldn't you have kept quiet?!
Mary: Because you think you're better than us, and this proves you aren't.
Janette: I don't think I'm better than you! I never thought I was better than you!
Mary: You stopped speaking to us once you met your fancy boyfriend! You didn't even come to my 18th.
Janette: Because you told Richard we definitely weren't invited!
Mary: I told Richard you definitely were invited!
Janette: Richard? [Richard avoids eye contact] Yeah, uh, so, Richard's great at the surgery... not so good at the passing on of the messages.
Richard: See, this is why I don't talk.
Ciaran: Ah!
Joe: Very astute.
Sean: Oh, I wish I'd thought of that.