I’m not drinking these days, Ross. I’ve got my allergies. I’m actually off everything. Wheat, dairy, alcohol, salt, then obviously sugar.

I mean. And that’s when Oisinn says the most extraordinary thing. He goes, “Not for me, Ross.” I(...)

“Thank God for women. Thank God for them. I hope one day we end up with a parliament with lots and lots of them in it.”

(...) it’s a word – subconsciencely? She goes, “There’s never a bad time to do the right thing, Ross(...)

I don’t know why parents can’t just call their children normal names, like Aednat or Summer or Maeve spelled with three or four Bs, three or four Ds and three or four Hs?”

(...), “Ross, are you even listening to me?” I’m there, “Yeah, no, I am listening. Something’s happening on(...)

He gives me what would have to be described as a fatherly hug, then he says hello to Sorcha with an enthusiasm that would be grounds for sexual harassment if he was paying her a salary.

(...) sexual harassment if he was paying her a salary. “What a year,” he goes. “Not just for you, Ross. I(...)

The three of us are literally just sitting around the living-room, looking at each other. “So come on,” Sorcha goes, grinning like a chimp with lockjaw, “let’s all talk.”

‘This is lovely, isn’t it?” Sorcha goes. She means this – as in, like, us sitting around as a family? It’s not, by the way. It’s a complete nightmare(...)

(...) – so spiritual. Ross, do you remember what I was like when I was in UCD?” I’m there, “Er, spiritual(...)

(...)’s gone.” “You’re looking forward to seeing Honor again, though, aren’t you?” “Not really, no.” “Ross(...)

Then the two fighters are, I don’t know, summoned to the centre of the ring. The bell goes and we’re off.

‘You’re woodying about nuttin,” Ronan goes. I’m there, “I’d hordly call it nothing. I’m worrying about you – about, like, your safety.” “In(...)

(...) matter, Ross. I’ve inadvertently endorsed a book that has offended feminists all over the world.” “So(...)

And Pang goes, “Who is this ridiculous woman and how much has she had to drink?”

(...) up her face. She’s there, “Are you absolutely sure it’s not Honor, Ross, because she certainly sounds(...)