Supernatural2005

Preacher:
Plenty speak for them and their so-called lifestyle. Media. Hollywood. Lady Gaga won't shut up for love or money. [churchgoers chuckle] Yeah, funny. But that's why we raise our voices! And picket their so-called weddings, and their funerals. Someone has to speak for God.

Castiel:
And who says *you* speak for God? You're wrong. I am utterly indifferent to sexual orientation. On the other hand, I cannot abide hypocrites like you, Reverend.

Preacher:
Okay, fun's over, friend.

Castiel:
[walking up the aisle] Tell your flock where *your* genitals have been before you speak for Me.

Preacher:
And who the heck are *you?*

Castiel:
I'm God. [a parishioner stands up; Castiel renders unconscious the man, who falls back onto the pew with enough force to break it] And he who lies in My name shall choke on his own false tongue, and his poisonous words shall betray him. [the Reverend chokes, foams at the mouth and drops dead] For I am the Lord, your God.