The Belles of St. Trinian's Page #3

Well, I was...

I was taking the long-term view.

It's this term you want

to think about, my lady.

You live in a sort of dream world,

queening it over this heathen rabble!

Why don't you enquire what families

they come from before you accept them?

You know, Miss Holland,

I sometimes think

you haven't

one ounce of humanity in you

and I suppose the truth is

that I have too much.

Yes, I sometimes think it's just

the frustrated mother instinct in me

that... that urges me on.

This... this must be a letter

from the Sultan.

Oh, yes. Look, Holland. A cheque.

A cheque for two terms in advance.

Miss Fritton, must I keep repeating?

We need cash!

Oh, but I dare say, we shall have it,

we shall have it.

Oh, just listen to this.

He wants Fatima to take piano,

horse riding, Greek dancing,

verse speaking and all kinds of extras.

We need cash! And now!

"I have given Fatima

100 pocket money."

100...

...pocket money!

Holland, not only do I think

that this is the silver lining,

but I fancy it will be muffins for tea.

This is where we, mistresses, relax

in our free time.

Hello, everybody.

I said, hello, everybody.

I've brought the new girls to meet you.

This is Fatima,

the Princess of Makyad, you know,

Daphne and Celeste.

This is Miss Brimmer. She'll be

taking you in art and handicrafts.

- Like a tot, Aggie?

- No, thank you.

This is Miss Wilson. She teaches maths.

I say, would you mind getting the kids

off the eye line, old sport?

Really, Sybil!

Mademoiselle de Saint Emilion,

your French mistress.

Enchante.

This is Miss Drownder.

She'll be taking you in geography...

some of the time. Come along, girls.

And this is Miss Gale who will

be taking you in English literature.

'Ello, ducks. How are you?

I hope you like it here.

Come along, girls. Come along.

Like it here? Like it here?

That's a funny one!

Really, Brimmer, you might at least wait

until they're out of earshot!

If Fritton would only pay

what she owes me,

I'd have been out of this dump

like a shot!

You wouldn't see me for dust.

Oh, if only I had the courage

to give myself up.

The food would be better

and the company.

I'm not complaining. I haven't got

a single jolly qualification.

Still, if we've got to stick here,

we ought to make an effort

to prize some dough out of the old witch.

Good morning, all.

I hope you enjoyed your holidays.

Oh, this place.

It always reminds me

of a ladies' powder room in Port Said.

But if I may interrupt you to tell you

that I've had the usual communication

from the Ministry,

only this time they're threatening

to close the school.

Thank heavens someone's seen the light.

May I remind you, Miss Waters,

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