(Seamus and Hamble get onto the bus and sit on the top row)
Hamble: Seamus, why the hell are you so scared of buses?
Seamus: It's not the bus; it's who's on the bus. Take a look. Behind us could be the Irish explosives union for all we know.
Hamble: For all we know, it could be a family on vacation.
Seamus: And look at that fat man. If ever the bus crashed, he would be the perfect airbag.
Hamble: I can agree.
3-year-old: (tugs Seamus' hat) Look mommy, I got cap!
Woman (gives Seamus his hat back): Terribly sorry. He has ADHD.
Seamus: What? Annoying, disorderly, horrible disease?
Woman (scowls): Some people don't understand.
Hamble: You didn't score any points there.
Seamus: Sorry. Now what do we do?
Hamble: Don't know, don't care.
Little girl (Runs around): Hey Brother! Want to play tag on the bus?
Little boy (Runs around): Ok, sister!
Seamus: Now what?
Bus driver (shouts from below): Stop 405! Dublin airport!
Seamus: Our stop. Come on, Hamble. We need to get on the plane to France.
(Seamus and Hamble get off)