Sister Julienne: I believe you've recently retired to Madeira, Lady Fortescu-Chumley-Browne?
Lady Browne: No need to stand on ceremony Sister, Lady Browne will do.
[Sister Monica Joan has been found by the police, wandering on the banks of the River Thames, dressed only in her nightdress]
Sister Bernadette: We don't know whether she has dementia or whether she's just wilfully eccentric.
Dr. Turner: I understand. There are more medical treatises written about senile decay than you can shake a stick at. But I keep to one invariable diagnostic rule: if they're brought back by a policeman in their nightie, then they've got it.
Mature Jenny: [voiceover] In the East End I found grace and faith and hope hidden in the darkest corners. I found tenderness and squalor and laughter amid filth. I found a purpose and a path, and I worked with a passion for the best reason of all - I did it for love.
Jenny Lee: Every window and door is closed. Drawbridge completely pulled up.
Jimmy: Bit like us, really. Well, at least, like you.
Jenny Lee: [surprised] Jimmy - You've driven all this way. You've been so kind.
Jimmy: I'd never be unkind. What would be the point in that?