Apostle

Sonny:
You're going to Heaven. I'm going to jail and you're going to Heaven.

Sonny:
I'm a genuine, Holy Ghost, Jesus-filled preachin' machine this mornin'!

Sonny:
I may be on the devil's hit-list, but I'm on God's mailing list.

Sonny:
I quit school because I didn't like recess.

Sonny:
I'd rather die today and go to heaven than live to be a hundred and go to hell.

Sonny:
Holy Ghost Power!

Momma:
That is my son that is. I tell ya ever since he was an itty bitty boy, sometimes he talks to the lord and sometimes he yells at the lord, tonight he just happens to be yellin at him.

Sonny:
Mama, I can't take you with me now, so get on back in your chair. Now i know you've died on me and gone on home to heavan so i hope you can still hear me. Now, you be good while i'm gone and i'll call you tonight okay? I can't take you with me now. Alright? Eh? Eh, Mama?

Sonny:
Hug St. Peters neck for me would ya? Bye Mama, kiss an angel for me. Gotta hit the road Mama, i gotta work! Gotta go to work!

Elmo:
It's a pay before you pray deal.

Elmo:
And no speaking in tongues on the air.

Momma:
Don't you let her have them kids now. Fight for those children, son, you hear me?