Nanny McPhee and the Big Bang

Nanny McPhee:
Leave it to me.

Celia:
Where are we?

Cyril:
We are in the land of poo. Duck poo, cow poo, goat poo.

Nanny McPhee:
I hear you've been naughty.

Megsie:
Nanny McPhee we need you!

Nanny McPhee:
These children need me.

Nanny McPhee:
I am Nanny McPhee. Small C, Big P.

Mrs. Docherty:
You seem to have forgotten the way she works. When you need her but do not want her, then she must stay. When you want her, but no longer need her, then she has to go. I know from personal experience.

Celia:
Where are we?

Cyril:
We're in the land of poo. Duck poo, hen poo, cow poo, goat poo. Poo as far as the eye can see.

Blenkinsop:
Here we are then. Out you get.

Cyril:
In fact, it's a British museum of poo.

Celia:
Have you gone completely insane, Blenkinsop? Mummy would never send me to a place like this. Take me home. [Screams as Vincent frightens her] You see?! They are savages. I refuse to leave the car!

Cyril:
Oh, put a sock in it, Cels! We've got no choice.

Celia:
Take me home right now!

Cyril:
And you know why we haven't got a choice too. So let's just stop pretending we're here because of bombs.

Nanny McPhee:
Good evening, Mrs. Green. I hear your children have been naughty.

Cyril:
Greetings, all covered-in-poo people. Do you speak English?

Norman:
You're early.

Cyril:
Yes, poo man. We've come from far away. Far. From the land of soap and indoor toilets.

Norman:
(Cyril has just indirectly shattered Mr. Green's jam jar) That's it. They die.

Vincent:
(Marching with a cricket bat) Death, death, and hurting!