Prisoner

Lizzie Birdsworth:
Don't you call me names, ya smart alecky trollop!

Frances Harvey:
You'll get yours, ya fat dyke b*tch!

Bea Smith:
I'm going Freak-hunting.

Rita Connors:
[about The Freak] She's not a bloody army; she's just one woman.

Bea Smith:
Is this a private party or can anyone join in?

Paddy Lawson:
Back off or I'll clobber you

Bea Smith:
Debbie and Paddy, they're both waiting... both waiting... for you.

[first lines]

Franky Doyle:
She bumped into me.

Rita Connors:
She won't spoil the wedding but straight after there's going to be a funeral - it's gonna be quite a party.

Joan "The Freak" Ferguson:
Where's Bea Smith?

Doreen Anderson-Burns:
Oh, she went to see the Governor.

Joan "The Freak" Ferguson:
I hear that she is Top Dog amongst you prisoners, how'd she get that privilege?

Doreen Anderson-Burns:
Oh, I don't know.

Joan "The Freak" Ferguson:
Funny, seems like everyone knows about the famous Bea Smith, except the ones that work with her...

Bea Smith:
Why don't you ask me? I know *all* about her.

Lou Kelly:
[to Frank] You think sex appeal's a button-day for prostitutes.

Frank Burke:
Desmond, I wouldn't touch you with somebody else's.

Myra Desmond:
Well, you lay a hand on Pixie, and you'll have to use somebody else's!

Lou Kelly:
[about Len Murphy] Oh, come on, have you seen him? I wouldn't let him touch me with Robert Redford's!

Marlene Warren:
[about Kerryn Davies] She's so up and down we should call her 'Dunny-seat Davies'!

[first line]

Franky Doyle:
She bumped into me.

Mr Smith's girlfriend:
[opening the front door] Yes?

Bea Smith:
So - *that's* what you look like.

Mr Smith's girlfriend:
What are you talking about?

Bea Smith:
Just tell him, Bea's outside.

[As Mr Smith's girlfriend goes to get Harry, Bea takes a gun out of the gift box and conceals it behind her handbag]

Harry Smith:
[appearing at the door] When the hell did you get out?

Bea Smith:
Yesterday.

Harry Smith:
And don't tell me you're coming back.

Bea Smith:
[smugly] I don't want to come back. I just brought you a present.

[Bea reveals the gun and shoots Harry]

Hazel Kent:
I couldn't win on a one horse race.

Doreen Anderson-Burns:
Stop mucking around because we don't want Powell to hear us next door.

Peter Richards:
Come off it she can't hear us from here...

Doreen Anderson-Burns:
Don't you believe it, she could hear us changing our minds in Wentworth.

Doreen Anderson-Burns:
Stop mucking around because we don't want Powell to hear us next door.

Peter Richards:
Come off it, she can't hear us from here...

Doreen Anderson-Burns:
Don't you believe it, she could hear us changing our minds in Wentworth.

Meg Jackson:
Let's look at it this way - if you shook hands with Lizzie - count your fingers afterwards.

Doreen Anderson-Burns:
Bet she has, she could pinch the eye out of a needle.

Doreen Anderson-Burns:
[about Lizzie] Bet she has, she could pinch the eye out of a needle.

Vera Bennett:
George was the only man that showed me any tenderness.

Erica Davidson:
Tenderness? Look at you! He left you trussed up like a turkey.

Colleen Powell:
I want you to do a job for me in the library.

Faye Quin:
Library, oh God, I hate books!

Colleen Powell:
Really, I heard a rumor you used to run one... come on.

Faye Quin:
Hey, Nola, you got a minute?

Nola McKenzie:
I got life, remember...

Ted Douglas:
[about Bea] She's gonna laugh on the other side of her face by the time I finish with her...

Colleen Powell:
Alright, how much is that?

Barber:
Shampoo and style, that's 30 dollars.

Lizzie Birdsworth:
Thirty! You gotta be joking. Oh God... 30 bucks and I look the bloody same as when I walked in the joint.

Barber:
Oh, I'm sorry but that's the charge for a shampoo and style.

Colleen Powell:
No no, thats fine, thank you very much.

Barber:
Well, how much does madam Beatrice [Bea Smith in the prison] charge?

Lizzie Birdsworth:
A couple of fags! And nothing if she is trying to give them up.

Phyllis Hunt:
[about a blind learning the layout] Well, let me know when you get bored and I'll rearrange the furniture for you, ha-ha-ha.

Phyllis Hunt:
[to a new blind inmate] Well, let me know when you get bored and I'll rearrange the furniture for you, ha-ha-ha.

Marie Winter:
You are finished Keen, when I get through with you, they gonna need a blueprint to put you back together again.

Joan "The Freak" Ferguson:
I heard you were going to lose a couple of fingers.

Lou Kelly:
Well you heard wrong. I need them all for answering you, Miss Ferguson.

Lizzie Birdsworth:
No doctor, No dinner... and I haven't even got a fag.

Doreen Anderson-Burns:
How would you know, you're so dumb that if they chopped of your head today you wouldn't notice it till tomorrow.

Doreen Anderson-Burns:
How would you know, you're so dum that if they chopped of your head today you wouldn't notice it till tomorrow.

Lizzie Birdsworth

Useful as a sunburned snow flake