Tamsin Egerton: Chelsea
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Quotes
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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]
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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]
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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!
