Orla: I'd die for her.
Erin: I think I would too, you know.
James: Me too.
Michelle: Aye. Fuck it. Why not?
Clare: Yeah! I mean, obviously, I totally agree, I'd die for her as well. But I'm also conscious of the fact we've only known her, like, two days.

Clare: Well, is it a wee bit weird she's invited us to her house at night?
Erin: What do you mean?
Clare: Well, she's a teacher.
Erin: She's much more than a teacher.
Clare: Yeah. No. Obviously. I get that. She's great. But it's just that I have a feeling it might be, sort of, frowned upon.
Erin: God, Clare. You're so conditioned.
Clare: What's that supposed to mean?
Michelle: It means you need to loosen the fuck up.
Clare: I am loose, thank you very much.
Michelle: Face it, Clare, you're a craic killer.
Clare: I'm not a craic killer. I am not a craic killer!

Clare: There she is. OK, so I say we just go over there and be ourselves, girls. Well, not totally ourselves. We should definitely be a bit ourselves. We could also pretend we're sort of better than we actually are. So, I suppose what I'm saying is, we could present a version of ourselves that's less...
Erin: Crap.
Clare: Precisely.

Orla: Maybe we don't need a Chinese person. We've already got a lesbian.
Mae: What? Who?
Clare: Me.
Mae: Really? You don't look like a lesbian.
Clare: What do you mean?
Mae: Just that you're a bit...short.
Clare: Well, there's no height restrictions. As far as I'm aware.
Mae: Interesting. I've always wanted a gay friend. I mean, ideally a fella, but...

Clare: Anyway, what can I do for you?
Kris: Well, I see you're hanging out with Mae?
Clare: Right.
Kris: So, I know Mae from back home.
Clare: From China?!
Kris: No, Donegal.
Clare: Yes. Right. Sorry.

Clare: This is the biggest thing that's ever happened here. That's ever likely to happen here. We should be a part of it.
Michelle: We will be.
Clare: Are you suggesting we play truant?
Michelle: OK, normal people don't call it that, but yes, yes I am.
Clare: You know what, girls? Sometimes in order to do the right thing, you have to do the wrong thing. And on this occasion, right is wrong and wrong is right.
Michelle: What the fuck are you on about? Are you gonnae sack off school or not?
Clare: Let's do it.

Clare: Can I ask something?
Erin: Yeah.
Clare: How much longer are we gonna ignore the elephant in the room?
Orla: Where? [looks around
Clare: It's tomorrow, girls. Tomorrow! Christ, I feel sick.
James: Why? You're gonna walk it, Clare.
Clare: I know that! I'm not worried about me, I'm worried about you four. If you fail your GCSEs the school won't take you back. I don't wanna have to make new friends from scratch, I'll have enough on my plate with the A-levels! I'm just praying you lot scrape by!
Erin: That is very considerate of you, Clare.
Clare: I know.

Erin: Won't the alarm go off?
Michelle: I know the code.
Clare: How?
Michelle: Last summer I had a bit of a thing with Jackie Ryan...
Clare: Jackie Ryan, the caretaker?! He's about 60! That's disgusting! That's elder abuse! And he's married. I just think that is the most...
Michelle: Jackie Ryan's son!
Clare: Oh, right.

Orla: They were so sound.
Michelle: And that Hans fella had an arse on him like two boiled eggs.
James: I hope they're getting overtime.
Erin: Me too.
Michelle: Aye, that was some amount of gear they shifted.
Clare: It was, wasn't it? They didn't actually say where they were taking it, did they?
Erin: No.
Clare: So... now that I think about it, weren't those computers, like, relatively new?
Erin: I think they might have been, yeah.
Clare: Right, so... is it a bit weird that two men we've never seen before just sort of took away a load of really expensive equipment in the middle of the night?
Michelle: What are you getting at, Clare?
Clare: It's just that... now... on reflection... I'm slightly worried we might have accidentally helped burgle the school. [sirens wail] Sweet merciful Jesus!

Erin: We didn't do anything, we're innocent!
Clare: Like that matters, Erin, we're Catholics, for Christ's sake! Have you never seen In The Name Of The Father? They'll think nothing of sending us down for a crime we didn't commit! We'll be like the Guildford Four, the Birmingham Six!
Orla: Or the A-Team.
Erin: Oh, we can't go to prison, girls! We're too delicate for prison!
Michelle: We go to convent school, Erin, for fuck's sake, we'll be grand.
Clare: Excuse me, ma'am, can I just say I'd be absolutely willing to give evidence against these guys if the right deal was on the table.
Erin: Seriously, Clare?!