Jenny: Well, goodbye. It was still nice to see you.
Father Peter Clifford: And you.
Jenny: Well, you'll know next time.
Father Peter Clifford: I'm a priest.
Jenny: There'll be a next time.
Padraig: Siobhan, will you stop! Roxy's Cracker couldn't win over five furlongs if it set off last night.
Brendan: Racing tips from a vet.
Padraig: A vet with a hangover, what.
Assumpta Fitzgerald: Back in a sec. Good afternoon.
Jenny: Hi, name's Clark; I booked a room.
Assumpta Fitzgerald: Indeed you did. Two nights, is that right?
Assumpta Fitzgerald: Flying visit, then?
Assumpta Fitzgerald: Just sign here, would you. Have you come for the scenery?
Jenny: Not exactly, no. I've come for the priest.