Sean: Niamh is so pretty. I'd give up being a Kerry lad for her. I hope that Anna one tells her what I said.
(Sean ducks behind a bush as Niamh walks in to the garden, talking loudly on the phone to her friend.)
Niamh: OMG! Yeah, Sean is sooo cute. Anna said that Mikey told her, that Sean told him that he likes me. I know! But...there is that rumour that kinda makes him seem like a jerk...
(Sean jumps out and Niamh drops the phone.)
Sean: I'm not a jerk! Even if I was, I wouldn't be one to you!
Niamh: What the hell are you doing here? I mean, are you a peeping tom or what?
(Sean is speechless for a moment)
Sean: Of course I'm not a peeping Tom. I...just..you forgot your copy of that Shakespeare crappe in school, so I decided to drop it off. Ya know, just incase you'd get in trouble or something.
Niamh: Excuse me? Did you just say "Shakespeare Crappe"?
(Sean smirks)
Sean: Yeah, I mean what image-respecting seventeen year old tells a girl "Lady, my yonder blessed moon -why the hell would I know that anyway? But what self-respecting guy would say it?"
Niamh: A romantic one with a heart, unlike you.
Sean: I have a heart, a heart would do anything for ....you.
Niamh: Me? So you're saying you'd go against our sport fanatic parents, who hate each other because your county keeps stealing our victory, and risk physical harm from my brothers?
Sean: Yes! Yes, actually, I would. Is the physical harm...optional by any chance? I don't have much pain tolerance.