Erin: How long does this fast last?
Clare: 24 hours. So I still have... almost 23 hours to go.
Michelle: Fuck me, not the Africans again.
Clare: Imagine being born there and not here. We don't know how lucky we are.
Michelle: Aye, fair dues. Derry is class.
Orla: It is, aye.

Orla: But Erin, Murder, She Wrote is on tonight. You never miss Murder, She Wrote.
Erin: [whispers] Shut up.

Orla: God, Mammy. You're up early.
Sarah: So are you. You should be having a lie-in, love. You're on your holidays.
Mary: First day of term, Sarah.
Sarah: Is it, aye?
Mary: It is, aye.

James: Sister Michael, can I just quickly ask, um, since there's no male student toilets on the premises, am I permitted to use the staff ones?
Sister Michael: Absolutely not.

Erin: Orla, that better not be what I think it is. You better not have brought my diary to school.
Orla: I had to. I'm doing my book report on it.

Erin: She's gone too far this time, Mama. I mean, what next? Will I catch her trying on my knickers?
Mary: Don't say "knickers" in front of your father. He can't cope.
Erin: Aye, he can cope.
Orla: Sure, what's a pair of knickers between cousins?
Mary: Less of the knickers.

Mary: Hey! What do you think you're playing at? Where's your blazer?
Erin: I've decided to put my own spin on the uniform this year.
Mary: I'll spin you across that floor. Get your blazer on.
Erin: Look, Mammy. I'm not a clone. I should be allowed to express my individuality. I'm sorry, I'm not wearing my blazer. End of story.
Mary: Gerry, pass me the wooden spoon.

Erin: You not getting anything?
Clare: I'm trying to do this fast for Ethiopia.
Erin: For Christ's sake. What is it with you and Africa?
Clare: Will you sponsor me?
Erin: How much?
Clare: £2.
Erin: £2? Catch yourself on.

Erin: 25 miles? How far is that?
Clare: Far.
Erin: Like, how far are we talking? From here to Buncrana.
Clare: Further. It's more like from here to Ballybofey.
Erin: Shut up. From here to Ballybofey? Sure, you'd be knackered.
Clare: Kamal is knackered.
Erin: Are you sure Kamal isn't exaggerating?
Clare: Stop slagging off Kamal. Kamal doesn't have it easy. Will you sponsor me or not?

Michelle: Avon. Avon. Avon. Um, we have a wee offer on there for hair removal cream, if you want to, with the...
Erin: There's no seats down here.
Michelle: Just move them wee dicks.
Clare: What?!
Michelle: Why should we sit up the front? We're fifth years. They're foetuses.