Dessie Curley:
I haven't cried since I was a kid.
Sharon Curley:
You cried during the World Cup.
Dessie Curley:
Sober, Sharon! Sober!
Sharon Curley:
Why won't you talk to me anymore?
Dessie Curley:
I do talk to you!
Sharon Curley:
You don't.
Dessie Curley:
Yes, I do! I said hello to you yesterday!
Kay Curley:
It's a terrible shock...
Dessie Curley:
What is?
Kay Curley:
Being married for 25 years, and finding out your husband's a prick.
Dessie Curley:
[at a pub, after Sharon's delivery] 7 pounds 12 ounces.
Loner:
Is that a baby, or a turkey?
Dessie Curley:
A baby!
Loner:
That's a good-sized baby.
Dessie Curley:
Right.
Loner:
Small turkey, though.
Dessie Curley:
[trying to discover the father of Sharon's baby] How do you know he was Spanish? Or a sailor? He could've been a Pakistani postman if you were that drunk!
Dessie Curley:
[to Kay, after finding nothing to watch on TV] I suppose a ride's out of the question?
Sharon Curley:
What if it's a girl, and it looks like Mr. Burgess?
Dessie Curley:
Oh, shite! I guess we'll have to smother it and leave it on his step.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
