The Wicker Man1973

Sergeant Neil Howie:
Your lordship seems strangely... unconcerned.

Lord Summerisle:
I am confident your suspicions are wrong, Sergeant. We do not commit murder here. We are a deeply religious people.

Sergeant Neil Howie:
Religious? With ruined churches, no ministers, no priests... and children dancing naked!

Lord Summerisle:
They do love their divinity lessons.

Sergeant Neil Howie:
But they are... a-are naked!

Lord Summerisle:
Well, naturally. It's much too dangerous to jump through fire with your clothes on.

Sergeant Neil Howie:
What religion can they possibly be learning jumping over bonfires?

Lord Summerisle:
Parthenogenesis.

Sergeant Neil Howie:
What?

Lord Summerisle:
Literally, as Miss Rose would doubtless say in her assiduous way, reproduction without sexual union.

Sergeant Neil Howie:
Oh, what is all this? I mean, you've got fake biology, fake religion... Sir, have these children never heard of Jesus?

Lord Summerisle:
Himself the son of a virgin, impregnated, I believe, by a ghost.