Connolly: Mr O'Reily, I've no need for what you're selling.
O'Reily: You know, Padraic, you're starting to piss me off so I'm just gonna say this once. You best start treating Oz like the North of Ireland because in here you walk, talk, sleep, work, eat, shit and drink with your own kind. You fuckin' understand me?
Connolly: Oh, and you think because your name's O'Reily that you're one of my kind?