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]
Mother Superior: Get Devon off the floor.

Mother Superior: [to Sister George] Ah, Sister. If you were planning to be charitable to me... don't. It would be out of character.

Mother Superior: Doesn't anyone live in New Mexico?

Mother Superior: Don't be ridiculous Sister. You can't handle that monster.

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.

Father Chase: Have a pleasant trip. I'll pray for you.
Mother Superior: And I'll pray for you.
[under her breath]
Mother Superior: Somebody better.

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.

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.

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!

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.