Sorry Mrs Kingsley we just got a little bit carried away Mrs. Kingsley:
Well as I understand, Drippy was totally carried away by Mr Nellis and Miss Rees-Withers - after laying in a pool of her own vomit! Drippy:
Actually, it was Kate's vomit, Mrs Kingsley - I was just lying in it
[Poppy knocks on the door]
Who's there? Poppy:
[Poppy bursts into the room, annoyed]
Jesus Christ! Mrs. Kingsley:
Oh, we were always led to believe you had a beard and sandals. Now we'll have to change the stained glass window in our chapel.
[talking about all the stuff she has done - including taking revenge]
... Look at me going on and on. You can tell me to shut up anytime. Freddie:
Wow... Remind me never to get on your bad side, but thing is, I am pretty sure you don't have one.
Get up. Wait for Mrs. Kingsley and the prefects. Poppy:
[Kiki and Kate raise Poppy from her seat and make her stand up]
That is physical abuse! I'm calling my lawyer! Kate:
[just had her help pour coffee water onto Poppy]
Oh, sorry, just can't trust the help these days! Do you have a pass to be out now? Poppy:
Yeah, yeah I do, it's right here!
[flips Harriet off]
[after looking at all of the bottles of water in Poppy's trunk]
Erm... Why? Poppy:
What? I might get thirsty! Kate:
You know, in England, we have this amazing thing - it's called a tap.
I can't eat this. Drippy:
Is it anorexia or bulimia? If it's bulimia, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't eat someone's birthday cake on their birthday. It's such a waste.
So you backed out of our deal... Poppy:
What deal? Freddie:
That you won't fry my head. Poppy:
but you poached my heart.
[Poppy has just walked into head girl, Harriet]
There is an heirarchy in this school, teacher, prefects, scholars, dogs, vermin, Americans; Kate see to that she falls in line!
When the headgirl has earned my respect, then I will shake her hand, biatch! Harriet:
I'm sorry? Poppy:
It's nice to see you when I'm not half-naked or delirious! Freddie:
I wouldn't speak to soon... is it wrong of me to say that?
Me thinks. Charlotte:
We think so, too. Jane:
We think so, too.
[Freddie refuses a stormily kiss]
Oh, cards on the table! Are you gay? Freddie:
No, just English.
Oh my god, its Tom Cruise! Drippy:
Can you say that any louder, I need your help!
[Poppy and Harriet are fighting as Freddie comes by]
Shouldn't you guys be in bikinis for that?
There's something about you, Poppy Moore. Every moment I'm with you, I catch my breath.
I didn't start it, it wasn't my fault, and if this were America, I would sue.