O'Hara of Aran Isle:
Tell me, is that fella Dermot O'Brien still conning tourists into marrying complete strangers?
Marcy Tizard:
I take it you've never had need of his services?
O'Hara of Aran Isle:
Feck off! Me and Eileen, childhood sweethearts. Ah God, I miss her sometimes. That's her there.
[indicates a picture hanging on the wall]
Marcy Tizard:
Oh, pretty. I'm sorry, when did she pass away?
O'Hara of Aran Isle:
Huh? Oh Jesus, she's not dead! She's away on her holidays!
Marcy Tizard:
Oh God, I'm sorry! I misunderstood...
O'Hara of Aran Isle:
[laughs hysterically]
God, that's priceless! Oh geez, I must remember that! Ha ha! Well, will you have some coffee? You will, you will, you will, you will...
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