[As Daphne helps Martin flex his leg]
Daphne: Working down at the docks has always been a tradition for us Moons. Me father worked on the docks, and me grandfather before him. All my brothers do. Well, except for me brother Billy. He came home one day, and announced he hated the smell of fish and was going to teach ballroom dancing. And he did. And he does. He's me mum's favorite. Dad mostly flicks the crust off his kidney pie at him.
Martin: How much longer do I have to do this?
Daphne: Be patient. You don't want to go through life dragging your leg behind you like a dead tree branch.
Martin: I'm talking about listening to your family's history.
Daphne: Now, I know you don't mean that. Why would a man of your intelligence say a thing like that when you're in the position you're in and I'm in the position I'm in?