- James Maguire: [as he records Erin on a camcorder] So, we're all 18 now. We're all officially adults. So, tell me Erin. How does that make you feel?
- Erin Quinn: It's good.
- James Maguire: Very profound.
- Erin Quinn: No, shut up. No, it's good. It's exciting.
- James Maguire: Yeah?
- Erin Quinn: Yeah. And maybe a wee bit scary too, you know. There's a part of me that wishes everything could just stay the same. That we could all just stay like this forever. There's a part of me that doesn't really want to grow up. I'm not sure I'm ready for it. I'm not sure I'm ready for the world. But things can't stay the same, and they shouldn't. No matter how scary it is, we have to move on, and we have to grow up, because things... well, they might just change for the better. So we have to be brave. And if our dreams get broken along the way... we have to make new ones from the pieces.
- James Maguire: [stops recording] You should write that down.
- Erin Quinn: Well, maybe I will someday.
- Michelle Mallon: Is that your Uncle Colm?
- Erin Quinn: That's Samuel Beckett.
- Michelle Mallon: One boring bastard looks much like another, I suppose.
- Donna Traynor: [on a TV news report] And now with only days until the referendum takes place, voters across the country must get to grips with this booklet. A thirty page document laying out the Good Friday Agreement in simple terms.
- Joe McCool: Simple terms! Simple terms my arse! I've read through thon introduction thirty bloody times. I'm still none the wiser!
- Michelle Mallon: [as the girls enter Dennis's shop] Alright D Dog?
- Erin Quinn: OK, we need some balloons, streamers...
- Orla McCool: Inflatable bananas.
- Michelle Mallon: And two bottles of that ropey tequila that you keep under the counter
- [to Erin]
- Michelle Mallon: It's dirt cheap because it fell off the back of a lorry.
- Dennis: Jesus, take an ad out in the Derry Journal, why don't ye?
- [places two bottles on the counter]
- Dennis: Don't go mad now. I drank a quarter bottle of this on Saturday night, ended up having an argument with a fucking squirrel.
- Orla McCool: Squirrels are such arseholes.
- Sarah McCool: Jesus, Eamon, but you've some set of legs on you.
- Eammon: Do you think so, Sarah?
- Sarah McCool: Oh aye. Tell us this, do you exfoliate?
- Eammon: Not as far as I'm aware.