What do you need from him, Colm? To end all this?
Silence, Siobhan. Just silence.
One more silent man on Inisherin, good-oh! Silence it is, so.
This isn't about Inisherin. It's about one boring man leaving another man alone, that's all.
One boring man! You're all **** boring! With your piddling grievances over nothin'! You're all **** boring! I'll see he doesn't talk to you no more.
Do. Else it'll be all four of them the next time, not just the one.
You're not serious. Well, that won't help your fecking music.
Aye. We're gettin' somewhere now.
I think you might be ill, Colm.