Miss Fritton:
Don't I make a good queen?
Annabelle Fritton:
Daddy, you can't expect me to stay here. It's like Hogwarts for Pikeys!
Miss Dickinson:
With your girlish wiles and your minxy ways and now your criminal cunning, you know what you are?
Chelsea:
A washed up slapper.
Tania, Tara:
We've got double chemistry tommorrow, we'll work on the explosives then.
Flash Harry:
I wanted to talk to you about the problems with the last batch.
Tania, Tara:
Problems, Flash?
Flash Harry:
The slightly bitter aftertaste, the people going blind after the second glass, that lady wot died...
Tania:
She was old.
Tara:
She could have gone at any time.
Flash Harry:
She was thirty-eight.
Tania, Tara:
Yeah?
[
answering a fruit-based quiz question]
Matron:
Papau.
Chelsea:
Um...
Matron:
Papau!
Chelsea:
Um...!
Quiz host:
I will have to hurry you, I'm afraid
Matron:
PAPAU! PAPAU!
Chelsea:
[
tentatively] Is it... Pineapple?
Matron:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Quiz host:
That is Correct!
Matron:
[
quietly] Oh.
Miss Fritton:
[
quietly] Snooty cow.
[
realising Ms Bagstock heard her]
Miss Fritton:
[
shouting] Emily Snooty-Cow! DO remember to stretch! Good girl!
[
confused looks from pitch]
Chelsea:
Oh my god! You want us to steal Scarlett Johansson?
Tania:
You're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!
Carnaby Fritton:
Who are you?
Flash Harry:
[
sputters for a second] Uh... German!
[
loud fart echoes from the St. Trinians quiz team]
Chelsea:
I am so sorry... its a side effect of my raisin-and-ryvita diet!
[
disgusted looks]
Quiz host:
Contrary to popular belief... better in than out.
Flash Harry:
What’s this then? A sweet? A mini cigar?
[
sucks on the end]
Taylor:
They're tampons Flash.
[
disgusted gagging noise as Flash spits it out]
Taylor:
Women don’t just want to feel beautiful on the outside!
Emo Girl:
We're not goth, we're emo.
Tania:
[
takes out a pack of Cigarettes]
Kelly:
Tania what are you doing? You're ten! And you're carrying high-explosives!
Tania:
It's not what you think Kel!
[
puts Cigarettes up her nose]
Tara:
It's for the smell!
Tania, Tara:
We saw it on CSI!
Miss Fritton:
Ah, Ms Bagstock, your girlish laughter hit me like the lash of a hunting crop.
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