DAWN: I love lazy Sundays.
IAN: Sunday? Dawn I think we should go to church.
IAN: I haven’t been to church in six weeks.
DAWN: You are joking, church? Dawn Jones does not attend church. If I want to hear about a bearded man getting nailed I’ll read about George Michael.
IAN: I think church might help us.
DAWN: Ian we are in a Catholic country, where are you going to find a Church of England, oh wait there’s one, right beside that needle and colossal haystack.
IAN: Dawn we need some guidance, Catholic guidance is as good as any.
DAWN: No Ian, I am not attending a Catholic service, it’s not….we just can’t.
DAWN: No Ian.
IAN: A religion by any other name would smell as sweet.
DAWN: Not when it’s called Catholicism. Ian we’re Pepsi to their Classic Coke, we might be easier to swallow but we just don't have the distribution network they have.
IAN: Would Islam be Dr. Pepper?
IAN: It’s different and tastes funny.
DAWN: Sure, why not.
IAN: Dawn please.
DAWN: No, no there’s no point, we wouldn’t understand the priest anyway.
IAN: So just like a regular Sunday service then.
DAWN: Look no, we are not going.
IAN: What if it helps us find the rest of our family…one prayer can’t hurt.
DAWN: It can when it’s never answered.
IAN: Please Dawn, for me.
Ian stares intently at Dawn, a hint of piety in his gaze.
DAWN: We’re sitting at the back. Do not touch, eat or speak to anyone or anything and we might just be o.k….
IAN: Just remember Martin Luther bad, Padre Pio good.