Sister Mary Robert: The only thing the chef knows how to cook is German sausage.
Sister Mary Lazarus: Day after day, liverwurst, bratwurst, beerwurst.
Sister Mary Patrick: It's the "worst."
Sister Mary Clarence: If you wake up in the morning, and you can't think anything but singing, then you should be a singer, girl.
Sister Mary Clarence: If you want to be somebody, if you want to go somewhere, you better wake up and pay attention.
Mother Superior: Go with God, Crispy.
Mother Superior: We are desperate women.
Sister Mary Clarence: Hmm mmm.
Father Ignatius: Sursum corda.
Sister Mary Clarence: Wait a minute, what was that?
Father Ignatius: It's Latin. It means "lift up your heart."
Sister Mary Clarence: Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you said "insert some quarters."
Sketch Pinshum: Eclectic.
Margaret: What's that?
Frankie: You plug your box in the wall and it gives you power, stupid.
Ahmal James: Not electric, eclectic... stupid.
Rita Watson: Mama, it was just this one time. I'm sorry, I'll never disobey you again. It was just really important to me.
Florence Watson: Just stop! You're incredible and I'm proud of you. I'm very proud of you.
Sister Mary Clarence: Do you know what I hate most about this place? There is nothing to pick up and throw.
Mother Superior: You are the perfect example of a how a sow's ear can be turned into a silk purse.
Sister Mary Clarence: Hmm. Well, I probably wouldn't put it quite like that.
Mother Superior: God help us.
Mr. Crisp: Sister Mary Fake.
Sister Mary Clarence: I'm undercover again.
Sister Mary Lazarus: Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Show me a man that a woman can trust. Now where did it say that on the eighth day He dusteth?
Mr. Crisp: Teach them how to play... soccer.
Father Maurice: We haven't got the balls for that.
Ahmal James: Don't ya'll realise how much they took from us? Yo, Sketch. You know what I'm talking about, right man? Common, they stole our land, man. And our name. And our mother, man. Yo, Mr. Johnson. You know what I'm saying, right?
Mr. Johnson: Need to get your butt a job, boy.
Father Thomas: Father forgive us, we know exactly what we do.
Sister Mary Clarence: Hey Father Thomas, what's happenin'?
Father Thomas: What's happening is I've been sent to deliver a message like I'm working for Western Union instead of the Roman Catholic Church.
Chosen answer: A headliner is someone who receives top billing for a show or concert. She is the main attraction, and probably has a lesser known band/act perform before her, or "open for her".
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