Where Angels Go Trouble Follows!

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] 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] 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.

Sister George:
Mother, did sister Clarissa tell you about the bus?

Mother Superior:
What about the bus?

Sister George:
The springs are shot, the radiator leaks, the clutch slips, the block's cracked, and we need new tires. The bus will never make it 'cross country.

Sister Clarissa:
It certainly will! Chuck down at the service station says there's still plenty of life in the old girl.

Sister George:
Chuck at the service station doesn't know his... gasket... from a casket! The only thing holding that old jalopy together is prayer!

Sister Clarissa:
What's wrong with prayer?

Sister George:
Well, nothing, Sister. Every time I get into that old heap i pray to God... for a NEW BUS!

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Sister George:
[carrying a sign, returning from a protest] Not a single arrest today, Mother!

Mother Superior:
[sarcastically] Don't get discouraged, I'm sure you'll do better next time.