- [Bea has just let herself into Doreen's flat and is admiring the spectacular view of Sydney Harbour and the Opera House]
- Bea Smith: Well that sure beats the hell out of looking through prison bars.
- Colleen Powell: [on censoring the outgoing mail from the inmates] Kennedy's sex life - that's one thing. Birdsworth's spelling - that's in a class of it's own.
- [Doreen has entered her flat and turned the light on. She sees a cup of tea left out and knows Bea is hiding]
- Doreen Burns: Oh you could have made me a cup of tea, Bea. I've had a bugger of a day!
- Bea Smith: [emerging from behind the decorative screen] How are you going, you old tart!
- [kisses her on the cheek]
- Doreen Burns: Oh terrific. Gee it's good to see you!
- Bea Smith: I wish you could have seen your face in that shop.
- Doreen Burns: Well, what do you expect - it's not every day you come face to face with a double murderess!
- Maxine Daniels: [passing Lizzie and Diane as she enters the dining room] What's it like this morning, Lizzie?
- Lizzie Birdsworth: Bloody awful. Not kidding but this stuff would kill a brown dog.
- Diane Henley: No way. A brown dog wouldn't eat it.
- [Erica has introduced the women to a visiting Anglican minister]
- Lizzie Birdsworth: What do you mean you're not a priest?
- John Barker: I'm from the Anglican church.
- Lizzie Birdsworth: Oh that's alright. As long as you're not one of those Hairy krishnas. I met one in the street once. Cor! Frightened the life out of me - I thought he'd been shot between the eyes!
- Erica Davidson: Yes, well, you can have a chat with Mr Barker after lunch if you like.
- Lizzie Birdsworth: If you have time could you have a few words with the Reverend? I know he'd be really pleased.
- Nola McKenzie: [laughs] I bet he would be. Does he wanna buy some dope, too?
- Lizzie Birdsworth: Don't you dare talk about the Reverend like that, he's a man of God!
- Nola McKenzie: Well, he's got his god and I've got mine! Now rack off wrinkles. I've got some praying to do.
- Lizzie Birdsworth: There are two kinds of slime in this joint: pushers and laggers, and I'm neither one of them!