I'm coming for that brown bull!
Not if I have anything to say about it.
I have CPS—Cow Positioning System. I can track him at all times.
You'll have to get past me first.
Dude. Calm down.
It's not my fault if I go into a frenzy before battle!
Maybe not… but it's freaking everyone out a bit.
threw an Irish rose at Emer.
Son, did you listen to me when I told you you'd be a great hero, but live for only a short time? I suggest you slow down.
I can't hear you. La, la, la…
I'm watching Mob Wives. Nothing else is on. Where's a vicious hound to slay when you need one?
was head-butted by a bull.
Honey, what should I make for dinner?
I won't be home for dinner.
That's the fourth time this week! What's keeping you away?
Uh…War. Yeah, that's what it is.
Trying to figure out how to download the new iBeer app for iPhone. It provides virtual Guinness to all Irish phones.
My abs just invented the eighteen-pack.
I cannot believe you spurned me, the goddess of war!
You had a booger in your nose. What did you expect?
Prepare for destruction.
Do you still have that magic spear that I gave you?
Hold onto that. I once lost it somewhere underneath my bed.
Don't worry. I don't sleep.
I'm free on Friday for drinks and some after-hours fun.
He's got plans that night, sweetie.
Ladies, ladies, relax. Fand, let's grab dinner, and Emer, we can have a nightcap.
Just as long as you don't lay one finger on her.
His fingers are crossed behind his back!
Let's go out for a drink.
Beer or whiskey?