- [first lines]
- Fr. MacAnally: Have you done any choral singing, Brendan? I hear you have a great voice.
- Brendan: I have. But an even greater thirst.
- Fr. MacAnally: And how about you, Sean?
- Sean Dillon: I can't sing a note.
- Fr. MacAnally: A parish populated by crows.
- Brendan: Perennial search for a choir.
- [last lines]
- Niamh: You meant it.
- Sean Dillon: Yeah.
- Niamh: Please, say it again, please.
- Sean Dillon: Will you marry me?
- Niamh: I love you.