The Magdalene Sisters

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 f***ing 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.

Rose:
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 b*tch!

[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 b*tch, you know that? You're a wicked thieving b*tch! 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 the only one who thinks that what she did was completely despicable?

[long silence]

Margaret:
Oh, you can all just go to hell!

Rose:
[Sister Bridget has just denied Rose's request to send her son a birthday card] But I'm his Mother, Sister.

Sister Bridget:
You're not his mother! A mother puts a child to bed at night, looks after him when he's sick. Feeds, clothes and educates him. You've done none of that. How can you take credit for something you haven't done?