Waking Ned

Michael O'Sullivan:
He survived all those storms to be washed away by a few plastic lottery balls.

Jackie O'Shea:
And don't take it personally, Finn, but I bought you some expensive, fruity soaps. Take them home, try them out.

Jackie O'Shea:
Michael O'Sullivan was my great friend. But I don't ever remember telling him that. The words that are spoken at a funeral are spoken too late for the man who is dead. What a wonderful thing it would be to visit your own funeral. To sit at the front and hear what was said, maybe say a few things yourself. Michael and I grew old together. But at times, when we laughed, we grew young. If he was here now, if he could hear what I say, I'd congratulate him on being a great man, and thank him for being a friend.

Annie O'Shea:
Have we won?

Jackie O'Shea:
No, but it got my apple tart brought in now didn't it.

Annie O'Shea:
But he's never told a lie in his life.

Jackie O'Shea:
Well, he's making up for it now.

Pig Finn:
I've been using some fruity soaps, Maggie.

Maggie O'Toole:
I've noticed. Well, come on then... Let's get closer.

Pig Finn:
Oh, yes please, Maggie.

Narrator:
Saturday evening, and the world is much the same as at any other point in the history of the world. The planets and stars orbit and spin, and do everything that is expected of them. On earth, as the sun sets, millions prepare for an event that is much less predictable. In 63 countries around the world, dozens of lottery machines spin hundreds of lottery balls. It takes seconds for the winning numbers to be selected... seconds for the losers to realize they've lost. But for the winners, it is an event that will undoubtedly change their lives forever... lucky sods!