[talking about the disgusting porridge which is served at the convent]
Olive Snook: I could throw up in my mouth and not even notice.
Ned: Where can we find these clowns?
Bailey: Drunk in a ditch would be my guess. They usually stumble in just before showtime. They always travel in a pack.
Ned: Like wolves?
Bailey: More like cigarettes.
Pierre: ...there are two things clowns make around here: balloon animals and enemies.