When I pray, no one answers. I only pretend he does. Then I do whatever I think God probably would’ve suggested. Usually, it’s obvious.
You’ve been spying on me all my entire life?[Sister Liesl]It’s not called spying when you’re the parent. It’s called nurturing. Or at the very least, interest.[Zsa-zsa Korda]
Why am I sole heir to your estate? You have eight sons at last count.[Sister Liesl]Nine sons.[Zsa-zsa Korda]Nine sons. What about them?[Sister Liesl]They’re not my heirs.[Zsa-zsa Korda]Why not?[Sister Liesl]I have my reasons.[Zsa-zsa Korda]Which are what?[Sister Liesl]My reasons? I’m not saying. I’m saying I’m not saying.[Zsa-zsa Korda]
Is this supposed to be here? It was under the lunch trolley.[Bjorn]Oh, dear.[Sister Liesl]How much time does it say?[Zsa-zsa Korda]18 minutes.[Bjorn]Perfectly fine. We land in ten.[Zsa-zsa Korda]
Is God more interested in my money or my soul?[to Mother Superior]
I’m disinheriting myself from you.[Sister Liesl]What a terrible thing to say to a father. Especially during your trial period.[Zsa-zsa Korda]
Could you imagine falling in love with a man like me, by the way, hypothetically?[Bjorn]You’re drunk. On three beers.[Sister Liesl]