- [first lines]
- Fr. Vincent: How's it going, Garde?
- Frankie: You in a hurry, Father?
- Fr. Vincent: I'm sorry, was I thrashing it?
- Frankie: Step out of the car, please.
- [he gets out]
- Frankie: Have you been drinking?
- Fr. Vincent: Nothing alcoholic.
- Frankie: You won't mind blowing into this, then.
- Fr. Vincent: It's a terrible thing to doubt the word of a priest.
- Frankie: It's a sin to tell a lie. Blow!
- [he blows into the tester]
- Frankie: Oh dear.
- Fr MacAnally: Did it not occur to you to consider *my* position before you bought a public house?
- Fr. Vincent: Your position?
- Fr MacAnally: You're my curate!
- Fr. Vincent: You'll always be welcome, Father.
- [last lines]
- Paul Dooley: I thought you could do with a coat of paint; you know, keep out the damp.
- Fr. Vincent: What did I do to, uh...
- Paul Dooley: Well, a good landlord looks after his tenants, Father.
- Fr. Vincent: Does he?
- Paul Dooley: This one does. Look, I heard the bank were on your case, so I bought the house. I came into a bit of money. I've set up a trust fund so any problems, you know...
- Fr. Vincent: Right.
- Paul Dooley: No, that's a lie. There is no trust fund. But wouldn't you prefer the human face?
- Fr. Vincent: You're a class act, Paul.
- Paul Dooley: Ah. We'll talk about the rent later. Enjoy. All right, lads.