Wild Child Quotes

Kate: Get up. Wait for Mrs. Kingsley and the prefects.

Poppy: Screw them!

[Kiki and Kate raise Poppy from her seat and make her stand up]

Poppy: That is physical abuse! I'm calling my lawyer!

Kate: With what?

[Poppy and Harriet are fighting as Freddie comes by]

Freddie: Shouldn't you guys be in bikinis for that?

Poppy: When the headgirl has earned my respect, then I will shake her hand, biatch!

Harriet: I'm sorry?

Poppy: Apology accepted.

Mrs. Kingsley: [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.

Poppy: [Freddie refuses a stormily kiss] Okay, cards on the table! Are you gay?

Freddie: [chuckles] No, just English.

[Poppy wakes up]

Poppy: Shit!

[Repeated line]

Harriet: Me thinks.

Charlotte, Jane: [Both, together] We think so, too.

Kate: [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.

Kate: 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: It's nice to see you when I'm not half-naked or delirious!

Freddie: I wouldn't speak too soon... is it wrong of me to say that?

Harriet: [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]

Mr. Christopher: Oh my god, it's Tom Cruise!

Drippy: Can you say that any louder, I need your help!

Poppy: 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.

Freddie: So you backed out of our deal...

Poppy: What deal?

Freddie: That you won't fry my head.

Poppy: Yeah.

[SNIFFLING]

Poppy: but you poached my heart.

Poppy: [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.

Matron: [the Matron opens up the door to the girls' room] Welcome back, girls.

Poppy: [realising help is there to wash her clothes] Oh, good, staff! How quickly can you get all this stuff cleaned?

Matron: [realising who she is] Is she...?

Josie: [nodding] Mm-hm. American.

Matron: [realising about the Americans once at the school] Oh, yes. We had one of those in 1997.

[looking at Poppy]

Matron: Not good.

[Poppy whines about her clothes]

Matron: [to the girls] Accustom her to my rules

[noticing Poppy in her casual clothes]

Matron: and she should be in the correct uniform for a start!

[collecting the mobile phones]

Matron: Mobile phones, please, girls!

[Kiki, Drippy, Kate and Josie put in their phones, unaware they are decoys and don't work]

Matron: Thank you Kiki, thank you Josie. Thank you Kate!

Poppy: [the Matron proceeds in confiscating the phones and takes both of Poppy's phones] Whoa! Hands off, mama! I said, "Hands OFF!"

[speaking Spanish]

Poppy: Hablas Espanol?

[Poppy attempts to speak Italian]

Poppy: Posito Italiano?

Matron: [offended] I am Scottish, not remedial!

Poppy: [glad the Matron understood her] Good, then you understand!

[Poppy dumps her wet clothes into the phone confiscation tray]

Poppy: Line dry, press, no starch, and no creases!

Matron: [really shocked and appalled at Poppy's behaviour] How dare you! No mufti for a week!

[walking away]

Poppy: [doesn't know what she meant] Fine! Mufti may be your thing, lady, but it sure ain't mine!

Kiki: [correcting Poppy] She means no home clothes for a week!

Poppy: [scoffing] Like I give a shit!

[Matron gasps]

Poppy: I'll be gone by then!

Matron: [shocked by Poppy's language] LANGUAGE!

[turning to the girls]

Matron: Two Sundays detention. For the whole dorm!

[the girls groan]

Poppy: [to the girls] Look, I'll deal with this.

[to Matron]

Poppy: Look, hey! Hey!

[Matron grunts "Huh"?]

Poppy: [Poppy shows the Matron a green money note] Here's a Ben Franklin. Why don't you go out and buy yourself...

[looking at the Matron's clothes]

Poppy: well, anything!

[drops the money into the phone tray]

Poppy: Whatever you get will be a *serious* improvement!

Matron: [to the girls] *Three* Sundays!

[turning to them]

Matron: For everyone!

[the girls groan loudly, as the Matron leaves, and turn to Poppy angry]

Josie: Thanks a lot for that! You utter moron!

Drippy: What are you, mental?

Poppy: What? She was a grade-1 a-hole with a *severe* attitudinal problem!

Kate: [had enough with Poppy's nonsense] The bell's going in a minute. Just put your uniform on!

[Poppy scoffs. The bell suddenly rings]

Kate, Drippy, Kiki, Josie: [in unison, yelling at Poppy] NOW!

Matron: [to the girls, coming in with Poppy's uniform] Bedtime, girls.

Josie: [to the Matron] Night!

Matron: [to Poppy, holding her proper uniform] The *correct* school uniform!

[dumps the uniform near her bed]

Matron: Wear it!

[snaps her fingers]

Matron: Bed!

[Poppy pokes her tongue at the Matron as she walks away, and she starts yelling]

Matron: POPPY MOORE, BED! NOW!

Poppy: [after Harriet and Poppy fight and seeing Freddie drive off, taunting Harriet about her crush on Freddie] Ooh! Do you love Fredster? Do you wanna kiss Fredster on the lips?

Harriet: [scoffs] Don't be so immature!

Poppy: Don't try to hide it, honey!

[noticing Harriet's sweaty lip]

Poppy: We've got ourselves a SULA! Sweaty... Upper-Lip Alert!

[the girls giggle as Harriet whimpers and runs away]

Harriet: You're not. You awful bitch. You've turned this school upside down. You've ruined everything. You started it. I only finished what you started.

Mrs. Kingsley: Harriet? My office, now.

Molly: England is so far away...

Poppy: Well, at least they speak American there.