Sean’s mother: Bring some of the chocolate cake on the train with you. It’s a long ride back up to Dublin.
E: Oh, I’m fine. Thank you!
Sean’s mother: Ah, go on, sure.
Sean: Yeah, go on. Bring some cake witcha.
Sean’s brother: Do you want some cards to bring with you on the trip?
E: Oh, I don’t know. Do carrots really go with cake?
Shopkeeper: Are you all right, there?
E: Yeah, I’m fine. Why?
Sean to his mother on the phone: Grand, grand. E’s grand, too, but she’s just after giving out to me.
E: Oh my god! What! What! What? What are you telling your mom?
Sean: Settle down, will ya? I’m after telling her how you yelled at me for not taking out the rubbish.
Sean: Well, what did you think of my friend, Bill?
E: He was nice.
Sean: You didn’t understand a word he was saying, did you? That’s a real Cork accent he has there, b’hoy.
E: Not … a … word.