Shelley: Do you think I'm full of shame and regret for what I've done now, Sister? You could shave me bald as a cueball and I'd still be the hottest tamale in this joint.
Sister Jude: Shelley was brought to us having been given the preposterous diagnosis by a psychiatrist comparing her to a wood nymph.
Lana: You mean a nymphomaniac?
Sister Jude: Mental illness is the fashionable explanation for sin.
Sister Jude: This is not a meat locker. Here, you will repent for your crimes to the only judge that matters: the Almighty God.
Kit: There is no God. Not a God who would create the things I saw.
Sister Jude: Your story about little green men? That won't do here.
Kit: They weren't human. They were monsters.
Sister Jude: All monsters are human. You're a monster.
Arden: When the monsignor brought me out of retirement to run Briarcliff's medical unit, we made a gentleman's agreement.
Sister Jude: Curious, since only one of you is a gentleman.