- Zoe: There's no reason to be scared of death. 'Cause death is, you know, like life, but all of the crap gets taken out. Like poverty and fascism and Miley Cyrus.
- Roxy: Don't you think this whole idea is a wee bit unfeasible?
- Annabelle Fritton: This is St. Trinian's. We don't know the meaning of the word "unfeasible".
- Chelsea: That's true.
- Camilla: Some women, Annabelle, are born great: Cleopatra, the queen, me. Some become great, like Mother Teresa or Lady Gaga. Others have greatness thrust upon them, like Monica Lewinsky.
- Lucy: [Chelsea's tapping the brick wall] Chelsea, what are you doing?
- Chelsea: Looking for a secret door. Places like this always have a secret door.
- [everyone rolls their eyes]
- Lucy: Chelsea, you truly are...
- Chelsea: [a secret door opens] I truly am a what? Smarter than your average, brainless slapper?
- Lucy: [in disbelief] Yeah, smarter that your average, brainless slapper.
- Chelsea: You better believe it.
- Chelsea: And, that's why Lucy will always be a virgin.
- [the Posh Totties "aww!" and do tear faces]
- Lucy: What? As opposed to a brainless slapper, you mean? Seriously, she'd snog a melon if you drew a mouth on it.
- [the other girls laugh loudly]
- Bella: That's not fair! It was a grapefruit, actually, and it was years ago.
- Chelsea: Bella! That was a secret.
- Annabelle Fritton: Treasure Hunter, Come for naught, It seems your dreams have fallen short.
- Chelsea: For pirate though I may have been, I ventured for a change of scene.
- Chelsea: Resolving to change my ways, From sailing seas to mounting plays.
- Lucy: Writing many in this room, With Shakespeare as my on-De-ploom.
- Lucy: In you of gold I humbly pray, You'll kindly take my final play.
- Annabelle Fritton: Anound did you find it hard, to credit that I was the bard.
- Annabelle Fritton: The timely truth may now unfold, That all the while I was... a girl.
- Sir Piers Pomfrey: [staring up at the St Trinians pirate ship, horrified, as the girls plan their attack] Bloody women!
- Bella: [the Posh Totties, Bella and Saffy are showing new girl Roxy to her bed; and she sees a group of girls dancing] Oh, don't mind them. That's just the Flammables.
- [fire appears on the screen with the "Flammables: St Trinians group logo]
- Roxy: [confused] Why are they called "Flammables"?
- Saffy: Have you *seen* all that polyester? Last year, one of them took up smoking and *half* the school burnt down!
- [Saffy and Bella giggle to themselves]
- Roxy: Oh.
- Roxy: [carrying her bag to the beds] Where do I sling my stuff?
- Saffy: Well, we can make up some room in our area, I suppose.
- Chelsea: [excited] Yeah, you can so totally hang out with us!
- [coolly]
- Chelsea: I mean, you know, if you wanted. Whatever.
- Zoe: Does she look like she'd want to hang out with a bunch of shallow, facile, peroxide-blonde turbo skanks?
- [the Emos' St Trinians logo appears on the screen; with creepy music]
- Bella: You think she'd rather hang out with *you* and the sulky, sun-dodging Emos?
- [Chelsea and Saffy laugh, and the Posh Totties' St Trinians logo dings on the screen]
- Lucy: [the girls are in the headmasters' office in the boys' school; and they spot a gold ring hanging with the headmasters' portrait] Look what he's wearing!
- Chelsea: Ah, so now, *you're* the Style Queen, are you?
- Saffy: Yeah, we're looking for a ring, not fashion tips.
- Lucy: But he's *wearing* a ring! Well, an earring, anyway.
- Chelsea, Saffy, Bella: [in unison] Yeah. In a painting.
- [the Posh Totties put their fingers in and sizzle their fingers together]
- Sir Piers Pomfrey: [Geoffrey is in the AD1 meeting, drinking the communion wine, but drank one too many] Kinsman, we've heard nothing from you. What's your proposal?
- [Geoffrey drinks more of the wine, and doesn't listen]
- Sir Piers Pomfrey: KINSMAN!
- Geoffrey Thwaites: [slurs] What?
- Matron: [watching from the St Trinians camera] He's absolutely sloshed! What's happened?
- Sir Piers Pomfrey: What's your take on these women?
- Geoffrey Thwaites: [slurring] Women?
- [scoffs and sputters]
- Geoffrey Thwaites: Eh? I'll tell you what I realise right? I've had enough of them!
- [slurs]
- Geoffrey Thwaites: I... I... I'm sick to the hind bloody teeth, the whole lot of them!
- Chelsea: [the girls scoff and gasp at what he said] Scumbag!
- Geoffrey Thwaites: [continues slurring] Yak, yak, yak in your all day about...
- Camilla: [through camera microphone] That's gratitude for you.
- Geoffrey Thwaites: [continues slurring] Gratitude!
- Camilla: After I rescued him from the dung heap!
- Geoffrey Thwaites: [continues slurring in the meeting] Dung!
- AD1 Member: [to himself, quietly] Dung?
- Geoffrey Thwaites: [resumes slurring] Just bitching and moaning about this and that and whatever! It's time for them to SHUT UP!