Edward Malus: Oh, my God... Oh, my God! OH, MY GOD.
Sister Summersisle: Welcome, Mr. Malus. You have come of your own free will to keep your appointment with the Wicker Man.
Edward Malus: Have you seen what she's drawn? Under her desk? It's... pretty disturbing.
Edward Malus: What happened to her?
Sister Rose: She'll burn to death.
Edward Malus: Excuse me, what did you say?
Sister Rose: Precisely what I meant to say: "She burned to death."
Sister Summersisle: They nearly had you.
Edward Malus: Excuse me?
Sister Summersisle: Our little friends, the bees. They almost did you in.
Edward Malus: Yeah.
Sister Summersisle: Pity.
Edward Malus: You little liars. Rowan Woodward is your classmate, isn't she? isN'T SHE? That is HER desk! And you're the biggest liar of them all. I am warning you, you tell me another and I'll arrest you myself. That is a promise, miss.
Sister Rose: Rose, sister Rose.
Edward Malus: Of course, another plant! Rose.
Village Sister: You wait a minute! Do you have permission to charge in and disturb.
Edward Malus: No! I don't need anybody's goddamn permission! I'm gonna search every inch of this town and anybody who interferes will be brought up on murder charges, got that? You have my permission to stay out of the fucking way.
Edward Malus: The name's Malus. Edward Malus. I'd just like a room and a meal. Can you swing it?
