The Wrath of God

Emmet:
Now, if you'd made it Irish whiskey...

Jennings:
We'll get along famously.

Father Oliver Van Horne:
Desolate place, isn't it?

Emmet:
If God had wanted to give the world an enema, he'd have stuck the nozzle in here.

Father Oliver Van Horne:
What's your opinion of priests?

Emmet:
Well, what would you think of a man who wears skirts or a celibate who wants to be called "Father"?

Delgado:
The woman who cannot speak... cannot complain!

Emmet:
That was one hell of a mass, Father!

Father Oliver Van Horne:
I have a small confession to make. All is not quite what it seems.

Father Oliver Van Horne:
Why in hell can't I learn to mind my own business?

Father Oliver Van Horne:
Just what the hell kind of game do you think you're playing?

Emmet:
She goes with us.

Father Oliver Van Horne:
Over my dead body she does.

Emmet:
[points gun at Van Horne] Oh, that can be arranged.

Emmet:
Holy Saint Patrick!

Father Oliver Van Horne:
I would suggest that you not be here when he wakes up.

Jennings:
Where would you suggest I go?

Father Oliver Van Horne:
To Hell.

Jennings:
[Looking out at an execution by firing squad] A bullring. What a terrible place to die.

Father Oliver Van Horne:
Well, you've got a choice. Firing squad or your Irish friend. How would you like to die?

Jennings:
From natural causes, naturally.

Jennings:
[laughing] It's... it's the resurrection, and I didn't even wait three days!

Col. Santilla:
It's not often I have such distinguished guests- men straight from the gates of Hell.

Jennings:
Life is full of constant surprises!

Emmet:
Come on, fat man!

Jennings:
My size is due to a glandular condition, Mr. Keogh, and is a subject on which I harbor absolutely no sensitivity.

Father Oliver Van Horne:
I don't wish any of you to risk your lives. Instead, I ask each of you to go to your homes and pray for me. That I may be brave and resolute in bringing to Tomas de la Plata the wrath of God.

Father Oliver Van Horne:
What do you say to a drink?

Jennings:
I never touch the rotten stuff except when I'm alone or with people.

Father Oliver Van Horne:
Of course.

Father Oliver Van Horne:
One missing. One drunk. Swell.

De La Plata:
You were going to have a very lonely walk, priest.

Father Oliver Van Horne:
You're here. That's all that matters.

De La Plata:
I thought suicide was a mortal sin.

Father Oliver Van Horne:
What does he want?

Nacho:
He wants you, Father. Just you.

Father Oliver Van Horne:
Somebody get my bag. It's in the car.

Emmet:
Where are you going?

Father Oliver Van Horne:
To kill Tomas de la Plata.

Father Oliver Van Horne:
We three faced the firing squad together. Everything else is just borrowed time.

Jennings:
God protects fools and drunks, not idiots.

Father Oliver Van Horne:
God works in mysterious ways.

Jennings:
[laughing and wheezing] They think they'll make a hero out of me.

Jennings:
Which way is north?

Moreno:
That way, Senor.

Jennings:
Mexico, here I come. [Thinking] All my life I could have played it safe. Think of all the fun I would have missed.

Chela:
Emmet?

Emmet:
For heaven's sake, woman. Don't speak now!

Father Oliver Van Horne:
[laughing] Well, I'll be goddamned.

Se?ora De La Plata:
What is it, Father?

Father Oliver Van Horne:
It's... a gospel... according to Van Horne.