Gerry Conlon:
I'll be older than you when I get out of this place. If I get out. Are you listening to me?

Giuseppe Conlon:
I'm not talking to you.

Gerry Conlon:
Now who's being childish?

Giuseppe Conlon:
I've not heard a sensible word out of you in two weeks. That stuff will kill you.

Gerry Conlon:
Sure. I'm dead anyway. Look I'm sorry. I'll not take it again as long as you live. Are you happy now?

Giuseppe Conlon:
No.

Gerry Conlon:
Why not?

Giuseppe Conlon:
I don't want you to take it whether I live or die.

Gerry Conlon:
Oh, give me strength. Ok, I'll do nothing to annoy you in your grave. Now are you happy?

Giuseppe Conlon:
Is that a promise?

Gerry Conlon:
Ay, maybe.