The MatchMaker1997

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...