Sister Michael: Go away. [Father Peter enters] Oh... You're taking the piss, now.
Father Peter: Sister, you missed the first communion.
Sister Michael: I'm devastated.
Father Peter: Everything all right?
Sister Michael: The Bishop rang.
Father Peter: I see...
Sister Michael: I decided to take your advice. No point fighting it.
Father Peter: Right.
Sister Michael: Then I had a whiskey and a word with myself. I rang him back.
Father Peter: You rang him back?
Sister Michael: Told him... I make a difference here. The girls know that. The parents know that. I'm not ready to leave. Try and force me to and there'll be an awful fuss, I said. I'll make sure of it, I said.
Father Peter: And what did he say?
Sister Michael: Not much. [pours a drink for Father Peter] He didn't say much. [both chuckle]
Father Peter: Slainte.