- Maxine Daniels: What is this anyway, a bloody Sunday school picnic?
- Pixie Mason: Oh do you think so? Isn't that lovely, I didn't think they'd do things like that in here!
- Lizzie Birdsworth: Gawd Pixie, it isn't even bloody Sunday! Maxie was just being sardistic!
- Bea Smith: [shouting from solitary confinement] Hey! Hey, when is somebody gonna tell me what's going on?
- Arthur Richards: [handing her a document] Now, Mrs Smith, if you'll sign this?
- Bea Smith: What is it?
- Arthur Richards: Just a formality. There's no need to read it, as I said it's merely formality.
- Bea Smith: [pause while she reads it] Just a formality? You bastard!
- Arthur Richards: Mrs Smith, it's merely a waiver exonerating the department from responsibilities from your injuries, minor as they are.
- Bea Smith: They might be minor to you, but to me they're pretty important.
- Arthur Richards: Now, Smith...
- Bea Smith: It never occurred to me that I could sue the department, now you mention it, it could be pretty expensive.
- Arthur Richards: You wouldn't dare.
- Bea Smith: [laughs] Try me! I've got nothing to lose.
- Joan 'The Freak' Ferguson: [entering Lucy's cell] You stupid little bitch!
- Lucy Ferguson: Hello, Auntie Joan.
- Joan 'The Freak' Ferguson: You keep your trap shut. I am not related to you in here, you remember that.
- Lucy Ferguson: Not ashamed of me, are you?
- Joan 'The Freak' Ferguson: Oh no. I've always wanted a dope pusher for a niece!