:12:00
There's no pints, you mean.
It's good wine, tell him.
:12:03
Your father never drank anything but pints
in his life. No, I'll take him home.
:12:08
- You gettin' a taxi?
- Eileen's givin' us a lift.
:12:12
Right.
:12:13
- I'll see ya later, Mam.
- I'll see ya later.
:12:17
I think Mulcahy is a great painter.
:12:22
Inside. Soul.
:12:25
You see? I agree with Christy.
:12:28
No. He's too uncontrolled for me.
:12:34
Ah. Let Christy try the wine.
:12:45
Intro ibo ad altare Dei.
:12:51
- What's he saying?
- The Latin mass.
:12:55
I thought it was James Joyce.
The wine's A1.
:12:59
- Can you tell us which year it is, Christy?
- I'm not that sophisticated.
:13:04
Not yet.
:13:26
I love you, Eileen.
:13:28
- And I love you, Christy.
- No. I really love you.
:13:41
I love you all.
:13:44
- That's good.
- I even love Peter.
:13:54
Well, I'm glad you like Peter, because
we're going to get married in six months.