Sophie: Sometimes you win, sometimes you fail. And if it turns out you're failing a lot, might just be... failing's your thing.

Sophie: It's what I do, I venture into your garden to eat berries. Like a homeless person or a bear.

Jacob: I'd quite like to get a tattoo on my body too.
Sophie: (...) Where else would you get it?
Bell: On your mind.
Jacob: Outside your body.
Sophie: I believe that's called "a book".

Sophie is holding onto her butterfly hair clip in the wind.
Sophie: I don't want mah 'flies to come off.
Bell: Butterflies!
Sophie: (contemplatively) Flies of the butt.

We need to save money to go to Hungary.
Sophie: I'm gonna have to start eating like a monk.
Bell: Like a monk? What do monks eat?
Sophie: Just water. (...) And Jesus.

Bell: I assure you. If I were to have sex with him, it would be rape.
Sophie: Raped by [name]? Worst rape ever..!

Bell: Why do you suddenly criticise me all the time?
Sophie: It's what I do, it's my thing.
Bell: I don't like your thing.
Sophie: That's what she said.

Sophie: But you are Jewish.
Bell: I'm not though.
Sophie's mum: It's on the wrong side of the family.
Sophie: Yeah, but she's still got Jewish genes, she's still gonna burn in hell.
Sophie's mum: I know I shouldn't have let you go to Catholic school.

Under the leaking boiler sits a mug with the Queen on it.
Sophie: I bet Annabelle is the only person who empties the Queen.