:54:01
It's the season of our savior's birthday
and there must be no tears.
:54:05
There.
:54:07
Go upstairs, now. Powder your nose.
:54:11
Make yourself look pretty
and come to the party.
:54:26
I hope I die young...
:54:28
and very wealthy.
:55:34
Quiet, Marvel-Ann.
:55:37
- Did you find out anything?
- No! I mean no.
:55:40
- Didn't you ask Sister Liguori?
- I couldn't find her.
:55:43
- You know what I think?
- What?
:55:44
That there's no such thing as Silent Sunday.
We're the victims of a fiendish plot.
:55:48
Reverend Mother just made it up
'cause she's sick of all the noise.
:55:53
My hair!
:55:54
You'll live.