Midnight Mass

Bev Keane:
St. Patrick's isn't just a church, Monsignor. It's an ark. I set up cots in the rec center for those who were chosen. We will take to our ships, to our vessels, and then, like sheep among wolves, like you said, we will spread the Good Word.

Father Paul:
And who will decide who is chosen?

Bev Keane:
We will. You and me.

Father Paul:
And what happens to the rest?

Bev Keane:
Well, I don't much know. That isn't up to me. It's between them and God, isn't it?

Father Paul:
No, we got this wrong.

Bev Keane:
Well, don't be ridiculous.

Father Paul:
No, Beverly. Please look at them. We are the wolves.

Bev Keane:
No. No, please. Please. Not you too. Not you, Monsignor.

Father Paul:
I was wrong. We were wrong. We are wrong. And this needs to stop.

Bev Keane:
They're lost without a leader, without a shepherd. That must be you, Monsignor. It has to be you. It has always been you.

Father Paul:
No! It was never me. That's the thing about priesthood. It's never supposed to be about me. It's supposed to be about God!

Bev Keane:
Well, I suppose it isn't you anymore. Of course, he told us that, didn't he? Jesus himself. He warned us against the scribes, against the priests...I suppose virtue isn't a virtue if it doesn't cost you anything. And it was always going to be this way. You were always going to be the last, the hardest, test of my faith. You.