Erin: Why can't God just give us a break?
Clare: I don't know, maybe he hates us.
Sister Michael: Don't be ridiculous, girls.
Erin: Sister Michael?
Sister Michael: Of course God doesn't hate you.
Clare: Thank you, Sister.
Sister Michael: You're not interesting enough.
Clare: I see.
Sister Michael: I'd say he'd be ambivalent towards you, at best.
Clare: Right.
Sister Michael: If he even exists.
Erin: What?
Sister Michael: Nothing.

Clare: Are you hiring out your clothes?
Sister Michael: Me and the girls do it every Halloween. You can make an absolute fortune.
Erin: Is that allowed?
Sister Michael: It's for a good cause.
Erin: Like a charity thing?
Sister Michael: Like a foreign holiday thing. Good day, ladies.

[After Jenny & Aisling sing Cliff Richard's Mistletoe and Wine:]
Michelle: That totally just wrecked my buzz.
Sister Michael: Great stuff altogether. A fitting rendition of what I consider to be the most godawful song ever written.

Sister Michael: Food for thought, there. The conflict here has led to so many terrible atrocities... and now we must add your play to that list. Just one message this morning, girls. Quite an important one. As Jenny's awful play just alluded to, a referendum is about to take place, the outcome of which could change the course of history. To those of you who have already turned 18, I strongly urge you to exercise your right to vote. It's your future. Take it seriously. On the other hand, and I cannot stress this enough, I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in any of your other so-called rights. I don't want to hear your thoughts on the workload, or the uniform, or the fact that you have to occasionally do my ironing. Our Lady Immaculate is not a democracy, it is a dictatorship. My house, my rules. Is that understood?
All: Yes, Sister Michael.
Sister Michael: In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit...

Sister Michael: Now answer the question.
Erin: We're going to the museum.
Sister Michael: Which museum?
Clare: The Ulster Museum.
Sister Michael: What for?
James: A project. A history project.
Sister Michael: What about?
Michelle: Ulster?
Sister Michael: Hmm. [sits down]

Choir: [sing] Doo-bee doo-bee doo-bee doo-bee doo-bee doo-bee do-o-o It's Monday morning It's Monday morning Hip hip hooray Hip hip hooray Let's get going It's a brand-new day It's Monday morning It's Monday morning Come on, let's go Come on, let's go Paint on a smile and start the show Dum dum dum dum-m-m Oh, Monday morning There ain't nothing that I-I-I can't do... Doo bee doo bee doo On Monday morning Monday morning Oh, Monday morning Monday morning Monday morning, I love yo-o-ou. [Jenny holds shaky last note]
Sister Michael: Lovely. And I believe you wrote the lyrics yourselves. Is that correct?
Jenny: It is indeed, Sister.
Sister Michael: Do you ever think you might have too much time on your hands, girls? Lose the jackets.

Father Peter: Why seek ye the living among the dead? He is not here but he has risen. Come, come see the place where the Lord lay! God is inviting us to be his witness. We must look in the burial place.
Mary: What's he saying?
Gerry: I think he's saying he wants to dig up the wee dead dog's grave.
Mary: What?!
Erin: What?
Sister Michael: Feckin' weirdo!

Sister Michael: What have you got in here, girls?
Clare: It's not ours!
Sister Michael: Not yours?
Clare: We've never see it before in our lives. Have we, girls?
Michelle: Never.
James: Nope.
Sister Michael: Excuse me, everyone! Can I have your attention, please? Does anyone own this red suitcase? [Orla raises her hand behind Sister Michael's back]
All: No.
Sister Michael: Now, let me be clear, no-one can claim this bag, is that correct?
All: That's correct.
Sister Michael: I think we've got a code red on our hands. Driver, pull over!

Choir: [all sing] I feel it in my fingers I feel it in my toes Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo Love is all around me And so the feeling grows Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo It's written in the wind It's everywhere I go...
Michelle: Sweet Jesus.
Choir: So if you really love me Come on and let it show...
Sister Michael: Did I not ban this one?
Miss Mooney: Let me see. Endless Love, The Power Of Love, What You Need Is Love, How Deep Is Your Love? It Must Have Been Love, I Want To Know What Love Is, I Will Always Love You. No, Sister, you didn't.
Choir: Cos on my love You can depe-he-hend...
Sister Michael: Put it on the list. Wonderful, girls. Lovely stuff.

Sister Michael: So our Lady Immaculate Girls have been split into groups, A through to F, as have The Londonderry Boys Academy.
Janet Taylor: We'd like As to find As, Bs to find Bs, etc, and so on. It's very straightforward. However, if that isn't clear, feel free to say so.
Sister Michael: But know that you will be judged.