A Maldição da Freira

Mother Superior: You've some neck on you. Coming into this home and casting aspersions on me. Who do you think you are? You send all the country's dirty wee secrets here, here to my home and sally off without a care in the world. Sweep it all under the carpet and they expect us to hide the dirty laundry. Isn't that it, Father? Leave all the dirty work to the women.

Father Thomas: Reverend Mother, I don't think that...

Mother Superior: No! You don't, do you? You worry about how we treat the girls. What about how you treat us? Leave us to hide all the messes and cover it all up and sworn and all holier-than-thou. Do you know how many of the church's messes that I personally have had to clean up? Do you know how many of the babies born here had fathers who were Fathers, Father?