Bernadette: Having a baby's not a crime. Rose: Having a baby before you're married is a mortal sin! Bernadette: I'd commit any sin, mortal or otherwise, to get the hell out of here. Crispina: [27 Times] You're not a man of God! Bernadette: Please, Sister, Katie's dead. Sister: May she rest in peace. [to Rose] Sister: Remember this beating, girl. Bernadette: Please don't tell her... please... Katy: But I have to tell her! I have to. Bernadette: Fine. But if you do I'll kill myself, and you know what that means? It means I'll go straight to hell and so will you, because in God's eyes you'll be a murderer, same as me. Katy: No, no! That's not true! That's not true? Bernadette: It's not a fucking chimney Bernadette: You can shove your friendly face up your not so friendly arse. Katy: [talking about leprosy] Anything that sticks out falls off! [first lines] Margaret: Well, what is it you're wanting to show me? Come on, Kevin, what's the secret? Mr. O'Connor: You've got no home. You have no mother. You got no father. You killed us, you slut. You killed us both. Margaret: Crispina, why did you want to kill yourself? Bernadette: Jesus, that's a stupid thing to ask, Elizabeth! Margaret: I'm just trying to stop her from killing herself. Bernadette: I know what you're trying to do. I just don't know why you're doing it. Sister Bridget: For many years, more years than I care to remember, I have had a secret love. In fact not just one, but dozens. Since I have been thirteen years old I have been in love ... with the films. [last lines] Rose: I'll write to you. Bernadette: Grand.
: Good luck. Josephine: [Margaret has tipped the girls beds upside down looking for Crispina's holy medal, she has found it under Bernadette's bed] What have you done to my bed? Crispina: [Crispina runs up and hugs Margaret] My Saint Christopher, you found it, God bless ya. Margaret: You dirty thieving bitch! [Margaret dives at Bernadette and drags her down to the ground by her hair, where they start to wrestle] Rose: [Rose tries desperately to pull them apart] God, will you stop that? Stop it, for Gods sake! Margaret: [they finally stop fighting] You're a wicked bitch, you know that? You're a wicked thieving bitch! She had Crispina's Saint Christopher under her bed! The only thing that girl owns in the whole world and you stole it! Crispina: You found my Saint Christopher. Thank you, thank you! Margaret: [Margaret grabs Crispina roughly by the arm and points at Bernadette] Don't you understand? She stole it! Crispina: Yeah, but you found it. Margaret: Am I no only one who thinks that what she did was completely despicable? [long silence] Margaret: Oh, you can all just go to hell!