- Michelle: Have youse not heard? You know your man? Floppy hair. English. He's all "f***-a-doodle this and "f***-a-doodle that." He's flat out going to weddings with his mates, until one of them, the fat beardy one with the skirt, until he croaks it, and they're all, "we need to show this man a bit of respect here, let's stop all the clocks." He goes with your woman. You know her? She's a total ride but she paperclips her frocks together. Well, he was caught, getting down and dirty, with some hooker in the back of his BMW. Dark horse or what?
- Michelle: [to Father Peter] Do you mean when you shacked up with a slutty hairdresser but she dumped you?
- Sister Michael: Miss Mallon, please!
- [pause]
- Sister Michael: Raise your hand if you want to ask a question.
- Father Peter: Okay, I think we should just move on.
- Sister Michael: The hairdresser certainly did.
- Erin Quinn: Good evening Sister. We just popped around because we had a few questions about the British Empire that boys have cleared up.
- Jenny Joyce: They weren't talking about the British Empire Sister. They were having a party, I could hear the music.
- Sister Michael: Thank you Jenny. You'll go far in life. But you won't be well liked.