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When an island off the coast of Ireland is invaded by bloodsucking aliens, the heroes discover that getting drunk is the only way to survive.
Garda Ciarán O'Shea: Sláinte.
Dr. Adam Smith: I need a photograph with it for National Geographic! And Facebook.
Garda Lisa Nolan: What is that thing? Dr. Adam Smith: I haven't a clue. I've never seen anything like it before. It's a completely foreign species. I can't even begin to originate or class it. Paddy Barrett: A "grabber."
Garda Lisa Nolan: You're drunk. Garda Ciarán O'Shea: No, I'm not. No. Garda Lisa Nolan: Is that right? [Ciarán chuckles] Garda Lisa Nolan: Say the alphabet backwards for me. Garda Ciarán O'Shea: Em... Zed... Et cetera. Garda Lisa Nolan: I hope you're not driving. Garda Ciarán O'Shea: No. I'm taking Johnny's horse. Yah. Garda Lisa Nolan: You're going to ride a horse while intoxicated? Garda Ciarán O'Shea: Yeah, so? The horse is sober.
Garda Ciarán O'Shea: [Touching the seemingly dead alien species] It's dead, right? Dr. Adam Smith: Ummm, I'm not sure. Garda Ciarán O'Shea: [Moves away cautiously] You're not what? Dr. Adam Smith: Basic tests I've done so far have shown up nothing usual or normal. It is beyond mystifying. I mean, really, I can't be sure without opening it up. Paddy Barrett: [Swiftly beats it with a stick; it doesn't move] Ah... Tis dead.
Garda Lisa Nolan: It's always the quiet places where the mad shit happens.
Garda Ciarán O'Shea: What killed him, Jim? Dr. Jim Gleeson: The fact that he's just a head. You bring me someone with a head cold or a headache and I could do something, but you bring me just a head and you're taking the piss. Jesus, they could bury him in a shoe box. Garda Lisa Nolan: Doctor, we need to know. Dr. Jim Gleeson: He was mauled in some way by some... animal or... something. I dunno. A tiger?
Dr. Adam Smith: Your floor is broken.
Garda Lisa Nolan: Get away from him, you cuuuuuunt!
Garda Ciarán O'Shea: What is it, Paddy? Paddy Barrett: Wouldn't you like to know? Garda Ciarán O'Shea: Not really, no. Paddy Barrett: You would, though. Garda Ciarán O'Shea: No, not really. Paddy Barrett: You would. If you were to know what I know, you'd want to know. Garda Ciarán O'Shea: All right, tell us then. Paddy Barrett: [leans in] Right, so, between you and me, I caught meself a sea monster today. Swear to God, may he strike me down. You don't believe me? Garda Ciarán O'Shea: Not a bit. Paddy Barrett: I am no liar. Brian Maher: Ha! Paddy Barrett: Feck off, you! Garda Ciarán O'Shea: All right, where is it? Paddy Barrett: In me bathtub. Garda Ciarán O'Shea: In your bathtub. Paddy Barrett: Having a bath. [Paddy laughs] Garda Ciarán O'Shea: Goodnight, Paddy.
Paddy Barrett: I say we feed it Father Potts. Unless it eats shit, it'll choke to death.
Brian Maher: You bring potcheen into my bar? Paddy Barrett: A bird never flew on one wing.
Una Maher: You're throwing a party? Garda Ciarán O'Shea: Yeah. Una Maher: Why? Garda Ciarán O'Shea: Who needs a reason to have a laugh, ha-ha-ha? Garda Lisa Nolan: [slurring] It's a welcome party for me. Una Maher: Welcome party? But you're leaving in a fortnight. Garda Lisa Nolan: So it's a goodbye party, whatever. Una Maher: You only just got here. Garda Lisa Nolan: [slurring, to O'Shea] What's her problem?
Brian Maher: Light me!
Garda Lisa Nolan: Looks like it should be nice out. Una Maher: Ah, there's a storm coming. Garda Lisa Nolan: Oh? Really? Una Maher: Mmm. Garda Lisa Nolan: Are the gulls flying low or something? Una Maher: No, it was on the telly. [gestures to TV weather forecast]
Garda Ciarán O'Shea: As, as, as... flattering as it is... to hear a... a beautiful drunk s-slurrin' her feelings for me... now's not the time.
Tadhg Murphy: 'Tis no feckin' lobster!
Dr. Adam Smith: I can't feel my face!
Dr. Adam Smith: Youuuu... really are Irish!
Garda Lisa Nolan: Smith said it needs water, right? Garda Ciarán O'Shea: Pfff... says a lot of things. Paddy Barrett: Mostly bollocks. Garda Lisa Nolan: Whatever. But if it needs water to survive, how could it be movin' about on dry land? Paddy Barrett: It was rainin'. When it's rainin', there's no such thing as dry land.
Dr. Jim Gleeson: In all my years I've never seen anything like it.
Garda Ciarán O'Shea: If we taint our blood with booze, we're poisonous to eat.