- Walter Dargan: The thing is there's a public relations problem here.
- Assumpta Fitzgerald: Well, let him drink bottled. I still have that.
- Walter Dargan: For us, not for him. If it ever got out that an Irish Pub stopped taking draught... So I have a proposition for you. We'll give you the stuff.
- Assumpta Fitzgerald: What!
- Walter Dargan: Only until the tourist season starts; after that it's back to normal, OK?
- Assumpta Fitzgerald: Huh. Can I get you something?
- Walter Dargan: Yeah, get us a Bud.
- [first lines]
- Niamh Quigley: You out of your mind? I mean what are you having, a mid-life crisis!
- Brian Quigley: What are you talking about?
- Niamh Quigley: That's what it looks like to me.
- Brian Quigley: Oh, because I'm seeing an old friend?
- Niamh Quigley: An old girlfriend!
- Brian Quigley: So it's an old girlfriend, so what?
- Niamh Quigley: You haven't seen her in twenty years.
- Brian Quigley: Twenty-five. So what's your problem?
- Father Peter Clifford: Assumpta, uh, would you do me a sandwich?
- Assumpta Fitzgerald: What colour?
- Father Peter Clifford: ...Fresh.