St Trinian's 2: The Legend of Fritton's Gold Quotes

Lucy: [Chelsea's tapping the brick wall] Chelsea, what are you doing?

Chelsea: Looking for a secret door. Places like this always have a secret door.

[everyone rolls their eyes]

Lucy: Chelsea, you truly are...

Chelsea: [a secret door opens] I truly am a what? Smarter than your average, brainless slapper?

Lucy: [in disbelief] Yeah, smarter that your average, brainless slapper.

Chelsea: You better believe it.

Roxy: Don't you think this whole idea is a wee bit unfeasible?

Annabelle Fritton: This is St. Trinian's. We don't know the meaning of the word "unfeasible".

Chelsea: That's true.

Lucy: Hah! In your face! In your face! Face of a supermodel. Brain of a super noodle.

Chelsea: Lucy! Do you really think I look like a supermodel?

Chelsea: And, that's why Lucy will always be a virgin.

[the Posh Totties "aww!" and do tear faces]

Lucy: What? As opposed to a brainless slapper, you mean? Seriously, she'd snog a melon if you drew a mouth on it.

[the other girls laugh loudly]

Bella: That's not fair! It was a grapefruit, actually, and it was years ago.

Chelsea: Bella! That was a secret.

Rock Star: Hey Roxy! Promise you'll write me.

[Roxy rolls her eyes]

Rock Star: Love you babe.

Roxy: Whatever.

Annabelle Fritton: Treasure Hunter, Come for naught, It seems your dreams have fallen short.

Chelsea: For pirate though I may have been, I ventured for a change of scene.

Chelsea: Resolving to change my ways, From sailing seas to mounting plays.

Lucy: Writing many in this room, With Shakespeare as my on-De-ploom.

Lucy: In you of gold I humbly pray, You'll kindly take my final play.

Annabelle Fritton: Anound did you find it hard, to credit that I was the bard.

Annabelle Fritton: The timely truth may now unfold, That all the while I was... a girl.

Bella: [the Posh Totties, Bella and Saffy are showing new girl Roxy to her bed; and she sees a group of girls dancing] Oh, don't mind them. That's just the Flammables.

[fire appears on the screen with the "Flammables: St Trinians group logo]

Roxy: [confused] Why are they called "Flammables"?

Saffy: Have you *seen* all that polyester? Last year, one of them took up smoking and *half* the school burnt down!

[Saffy and Bella giggle to themselves]

Roxy: Oh.

Roxy: [carrying her bag to the beds] Where do I sling my stuff?

Saffy: Well, we can make up some room in our area, I suppose.

Chelsea: [excited] Yeah, you can so totally hang out with us!

[coolly]

Chelsea: I mean, you know, if you wanted. Whatever.

Zoe: Does she look like she'd want to hang out with a bunch of shallow, facile, peroxide-blonde turbo skanks?

[the Emos' St Trinians logo appears on the screen; with creepy music]

Bella: You think she'd rather hang out with *you* and the sulky, sun-dodging Emos?

[Chelsea and Saffy laugh, and the Posh Totties' St Trinians logo dings on the screen]

Lucy: [the girls are in the headmasters' office in the boys' school; and they spot a gold ring hanging with the headmasters' portrait] Look what he's wearing!

Chelsea: Ah, so now, *you're* the Style Queen, are you?

Saffy: Yeah, we're looking for a ring, not fashion tips.

Lucy: But he's *wearing* a ring! Well, an earring, anyway.

Chelsea, Saffy, Bella: [in unison] Yeah. In a painting.

[the Posh Totties put their fingers in and sizzle their fingers together]

Sir Piers Pomfrey: [Geoffrey is in the AD1 meeting, drinking the communion wine, but drank one too many] Kinsman, we've heard nothing from you. What's your proposal?

[Geoffrey drinks more of the wine, and doesn't listen]

Sir Piers Pomfrey: KINSMAN!

Geoffrey Thwaites: [slurs] What?

Matron: [watching from the St Trinians camera] He's absolutely sloshed! What's happened?

Sir Piers Pomfrey: What's your take on these women?

Geoffrey Thwaites: [slurring] Women?

[scoffs and sputters]

Geoffrey Thwaites: Eh? I'll tell you what I realise right? I've had enough of them!

[slurs]

Geoffrey Thwaites: I... I... I'm sick to the hind bloody teeth, the whole lot of them!

Chelsea: [the girls scoff and gasp at what he said] Scumbag!

Geoffrey Thwaites: [continues slurring] Yak, yak, yak in your all day about...

Camilla: [through camera microphone] That's gratitude for you.

Geoffrey Thwaites: [continues slurring] Gratitude!

Camilla: After I rescued him from the dung heap!

Geoffrey Thwaites: [continues slurring in the meeting] Dung!

AD1 Member: [to himself, quietly] Dung?

Geoffrey Thwaites: [resumes slurring] Just bitching and moaning about this and that and whatever! It's time for them to SHUT UP!