Frances McDormand credited as playing...
Miss Clavel
- Madeline: [losing hope in finding Genevieve] She's gone. Genevieve's gone.
- Miss Clavel: No, she's not. We'll find her. I *promise* you. We have to have faith.
- Madeline: I used to wish so hard for my parents to be alive again, but you can't make something happen just by wishing for it. Genevieve's gone. She doesn't *have* a home. She *needs* a home.
- Miss Clavel: I know she does.
- Madeline: I need a home, too!
- Miss Clavel: Madeline, you will always have a home.
- Madeline: Yes, but it won't always be with you, will it?
- [silence]
- Madeline: Will it?
- Miss Clavel: Madeline, there is no place on earth that I'd rather be than with you and the other girls. You know that, don't you?
- Miss Clavel: [Madeline has a cold] Tea, soup, and covers. I want you to stay under the covers, eat your soup, and drink your tea. You're giving me a gray hair.
- Madeline: Can I see?
- Miss Clavel: No!
- [kisses Madeline's forehead]
- Miss Clavel: Stay in bed.
- Aggie: Bye, Madeline.
- Madeline: Bye.
- Miss Clavel: [admiring Pepito's Spanish outfit] I think you look very handsome, Pepito.
- Madeline: But no one told us this was a costume party.
- Miss Clavel: [whispering] Madeline.
- Miss Clavel: What's going on, girls?
- Girls: Nothing!
- Chantal: We're not hiding anything.
- Madeline: I'll tell you what's going on. Lord Cucuface...
- Miss Clavel: Covington.
- Madeline: Cucuface! He's going to sell the school.
- [several girls gasp]
- Madeline: I heard it!
- Aggie: Is it true?
- Miss Clavel: [sighs softly] Yes, girls. Lord Covington intends to sell the school.
- [the girls talk indistinctly among themselves about Lord Covington, then Miss Clavel silences them]
- Miss Clavel: Please... please... please.
- [the girls get silent]
- Miss Clavel: All of this is no reason for us to stop acting like proper young ladies. We will not fall to pieces, we will maintain composure. Lord *Covington* is showing the house tomorrow, and *I* intend for it to be spot... spotle -...
- [sneezes]
- Miss Clavel: Spotless.
- Aggie: Bless you.
- Miss Clavel: Thank you. Good night.
- [walks to the doorway to give the girls one last warning]
- Miss Clavel: And another thing: all of you young ladies know that there is a strict rule against pets in the school. What you do not know is that I'm highly allergic to dogs. Your new friend... can sleep in the garden shed. Now go to...
- [sneezes again]
- Miss Clavel: Bed.
- Leopold the Tutor: Hello. A nun. Leopold's the name. Tutoring's the game. I'm, um, Pepito's new tutor.
- Miss Clavel: I'm Miss Clavel from the school next door.
- Leopold the Tutor: Ah.
- Miss Clavel: Pepito appears to be a bit of a handful. It seems to me he needs an outlet for his energy.
- Leopold the Tutor: Well, we all do, don't we?
- Miss Clavel: I thought he might appreciate this. It's a toolbox.
- Leopold the Tutor: Hmm. Cheers. Um, do you mind if we talk a little shop? These, um, kids. What do you actually do to keep them occupied? Keep them out of your hair, so to speak?
- Miss Clavel: Well, tomorrow, for instance, I'm taking mine to the museum.
- Leopold the Tutor: The museum. Not bad. What do you do on your day off?
- Miss Clavel: I pray.
- Miss Clavel: [at the carnival] All right, girls, everyone stay with your partners and... let's have fun!
- Madeline: The Spanish Ambassador's a midget?
- [Pepito looks at Madeline in disbelief]
- Miss Clavel: Madeline! This is Pepito, the Spanish Ambassador's son.
- Pepito: Hola.
- Mrs. Spanish Ambassador: Pepito, we're off to the races! No leaving the courtyard!
- Pepito: Hasta luego.
- Madeline: That boy's a bad hat.
- Miss Clavel: No, I don't think you should judge people too quickly.
- Madeline: But I guess I understood him quickly.