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Father MacAnally:
Father Clifford. [Peter gets up] I sometimes wonder, Father Clifford, if your sole reason for coming to this parish was to undermine the influence of the Church. Look at you. Turning your own sacristy into a lodging house.

Father Peter Clifford:
With respect, I haven't had a lot of choice.

Father MacAnally:
Respect! What would you know about respect? What about the respect due to your position as my curate?

Father Peter Clifford:
Brian Quigley has repossessed my house.

Father MacAnally:
You should have found somewhere else to stay! Look, I want to make one thing perfectly clear: I will not allow this state of affairs to continue. You will rent some place, or you will book yourself into a B&B. Either way you will cease to draw attention to yourself in this childish manner, understood?

Father Peter Clifford:
God's sake!

Father MacAnally:
Don't raise your voice to me!

Father Peter Clifford:
Look, it's me who's trying to do a job in impossible conditions, and it's me who has the right to complain, 'cause it's your responsibility to find me some place to live, Father MacAnally. My problem; your responsibility!

Father MacAnally:
Don't you dare take that tone with me! Who do you think you are! How dare you speak to me like... [chokes]

Father Peter Clifford:
Father?