Ma:
We can't all leave. There'd be nobody left but the nutters.
Auntie Violet:
Aye, and nobody to cook their tea, run messages and wipe their arses. That'd make the violence stop in about ten minutes.
Ma:
How could I leave Belfast?
Auntie Violet:
I wouldn't worry about it. The Irish were born for leaving. Otherwise, the rest of the world would have no pubs. It just needs half of us to stay, so that the other half can get sentimental about the ones that went. All the Irish need to survive is a phone, a Guinness and the sheet music to Danny Boy.
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