Erin Quote #54
Quote from Erin in Ms De Brún and the Child of Prague
Ms. De Brún: This person has written about how much they love their English class, in an embarrassing attempt to suck up to the teacher. [Clare grimaces] Dog poem. Dog poem. Cat poem. [Erin raises her hand] Yes?
Erin: I think a lot of people in this class, and I know no-one will mind me saying this, well, they have a very basic grasp of the creative process. Whereas I've been writing for years, so I'm really not afraid to put myself out there, to be bold, to take risks.
Ms. De Brún: And you are?
Orla: That's my cousin.
Erin: Erin Quinn.
Ms. De Brún: Erin Quinn. Here we go. "The bullets fired on the streets as I lie in my bed Are nothing to the bullets being fired... In my head."
Erin: It's about the troubles in a political sense, but also about my own troubles, in a personal sense.
Ms. De Brún: No, I understand the weak analogy. This isn't bold, Erin. It's someone failing to be bold.
Erin: Well, I'm sorry if the subtleties of my work were lost on you, Ms. De Brún.
Derry Girls Quotes
‘Ms De Brún and the Child of Prague’ Quotes
Quote from Sister Michael
Sister Michael: Now, what else was there? Yes. Sadly, Sister Patrick has decided to leave us. She's returning to her missionary work, educating the heathen inhabitants of a primitive and savage place.
Miss Mooney: She's taking a teaching post in Belfast, Sister.
Sister Michael: Precisely. The Board of Governors promised me that her replacement would arrive today, but as usual they were talking out of their... [door bangs]
Ms. De Brún: I believe you've been expecting me.
Sister Michael: [rolls eyes] Here we go.
Quote from Uncle Colm
Mary: But Colm's not here, is he, Da? Da?
Colm: [to the girl at the counter] ... And that's not to say, now, that in my younger years, I didn't enjoy a boiled sweet. But then I heard tell of a fella from Ballynahinch... What was it his name was, now? I had it there a minute ago. Ach, it'll come to me. Anyway, this Ballynahinch lad, and, as I say, his name escapes me, but he was mad keen on the boiled sweets. Sure, he couldn't get enough of them. But in the end, well, didn't he choke to death on one? A pear drop, I think it was. Or a clove rock, maybe. But either way, it's not how I'd want to go.
Mary: [to the girl] I know, love. I know.
Quote from Sister Michael
Sister Michael: As you all know, at the beginning of term, the bishop graciously bestowed a beautiful piece of religious art onto our lady immaculate college. The Enchanting Child of Prague. There we are. Sure, isn't he a great fella altogether?
James: I still don't get what it's supposed to be.
Michelle: It's Jesus as a wain.
James: Why has he got a big red hat on?
Michelle: Nobody knows.
Sister Michael: It was the bishop's wish that he be passed around all the schools in the Derry Diocese. Therefore, we are joined this morning by Mr. Malone, headmaster of St. Benedict's, so that the handover ceremony can take place. You're very welcome, Mr. Malone. Though I fear you may have had a wasted journey. I've thought about it, and I'd much rather just hold on to him, actually. He brightens up my office. He doesn't answer back. I like the fella. And if the bishop has a problem with that, he can take it up with me.