What are you supposed to be? Swans?
Angels don’t use crutches.
You’re a swan expert now, are you?
Yeah, that’s precisely what I said.
God love you, son. Imagine beating you up just cause you like Slimboy Fat.
Yeah, I still can’t quite believe it myself, actually.
Ah, I love his wee toy car.
What was the face all about?
Earlier, when Dennis was talking about Niall you did a face.
You did a face Erin. You did a face like this.
I…would never do that face. I couldn’t do that face. That face isn’t even in my repertoire.
Oh, it’s in your repertoire alright, I’ve seen you whip it out over a dozen times, usually when you find something hard to believe. What was hard to believe Erin?
It was just when you said that you didn’t want to get your hopes up.
You don’t actually think he should get out do you?
I’m not sure we should be talking about this.
Isn’t this exactly what we should be talking about? I mean we have to vote on it.
It wasn’t supposed to happen the way it did.
I’m sure that poor man’s family takes great comfort in that.
These things, they’re not black and white Erin.
Nothing about this place is!
Well I think the fact that you shouldn’t kill people is pretty black and white!
Awkward, awkward, awkward, oh God it’s so awkward.
Fuck off Erin. And what would you know anyway, you’re nothing but a spoiled, selfish, sheltered wee brat.
You know I’ve never even visited Niall. Me Mam wouldn’t let me, she wouldn’t let any of us. She won’t even say his name any more. He had a son, the man, he had a teenaged son. We found that out later.
You weren’t wrong. I mean you weren’t right either. There’s no answer to any of this is there?
No, I don’t think there is you know.
Do you want to get out of here?
Can we take that wee tiny horse? No.