Mother Superior:
Don't be ridiculous Sister. You can't handle that monster.
Rosabelle:
Boy, it's getting harder and harder to make that dough around this place.
Mother Superior:
[surprising Rosabelle] And it's going to get even harder. As of now, St. Francis-A-Go-Go is out of business.
Father Chase:
Have a pleasant trip. I'll pray for you.
Mother Superior:
And I'll pray for you.
[under her breath]
Mother Superior:
Somebody better.
Mother Superior:
Doesn't anyone live in New Mexico?
Rosabelle:
You mean we're supposed to wash the whole bus, Reverend Mother?
Mother Superior:
From bumper to bumper.
Marvel Ann Clancy:
But it's such a *big* bus, Reverend Mother.
Mother Superior:
Yes... isn't it!
Sister Clarissa:
Twelve dollars and forty cents! My old bus wouldn't use that much gas in a month!
Mother Superior:
It couldn't. It was usually in the shop, being repaired.
Father Chase:
Sister's a real firebrand, isn't she, Mother?
Mother Superior:
Let's hope she doesn't intend to burn down the Church.
Sister George:
No, just... warm it up a bit.
Mother Superior:
[after breaking up a dance party in the bathroom] As you're all such music lovers, I'm sure you'll be delighted to know that you're going to spend the next two weekends cleaning out the music room.
[nods at a girl who fainted]
Mother Superior:
Get Devon off the floor.
Mother Superior:
I think we should get started. Round up the girls, Sister.
Sister Rose-Marie:
Where are they, Mother?
Mother Superior:
Wherever Sister George is.
Sister Celestine:
Considering the amount of time the girls spend with us, I'm really not sure why we came along, Mother.
Mother Superior:
We were blackmailed.
Marvel Ann Clancy:
Here's the formula, now pay up!
St Francis Schoolboy:
Boy, you turn me off.
Marvel Ann Clancy:
So who wants you on?
Mother Superior:
[to Sister George] Ah, Sister. If you were planning to be charitable to me... don't. It would be out of character.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
