Let it never be said that your anal-retentive attention to detail never yielded positive results!
Hey, what better way to repent than by resuming the position I once denied, thanks to you?
Last four days on Earth. If I had a dick, I'd go get laid. We can do the next best thing, let's kill people. (to terrified woman in the elevator) No, not you.
I'm talking about Divine Justice here. I'm talking about raining down fire and brimstone, punishing the wicked.
Mass genocide is the most exhausting activity one can engage in, next to soccer.
The major sins never change. Besides, I can spot a commandment-breaker a mile away.
NO married man kisses his wife like that!
Do you know what makes a human being decent? Fear. And therein lies the problem. None of you has anything left to fear anymore. You rest comfortably in seats of inscrutable power, hiding behind your false idol, far from judgement, lives shrouded in secrecy, even from each other. But not from God.
Don't run! Don't run! Finks! FINKS! All of you, finks! Oh, and you! And one to grow on!
I can't kill her if she hasn't done anything! You know that.
He's been at it for a while now. We ran out of-of parishioners. And so he just started picking up folk off the road and dropping 'em.
This is just eons of repression getting purged. If only they'd let us jerk off, you know?
This wasn't my idea, alright? Jesus Christ! I just wanted to go home. But him you know? He just lost it. He realized who you were and what you'd have to do, he just snapped. And the funny thing is, this guy could never even stand to see me work. He said he always felt sorry for you. Now look at him.
All lines are currently down.
NowÖ Through the Looking Glass, that poem "The walrus and the carpenter", that's an indictment of organised religion; the walrus with his girth and good nature, obviously represents either Buddha, or, with his tusks, the Hindu elephant god, Lord Ganesha ó that takes care of your eastern religions...
You can't be anal-retentive if you don't have an anus.
This is humanity at its best. Look at them. All that anger, all that mistrust, all that unhappiness... forgotten, for that one perfect moment when they get off the plane.
All that matters is that after all these years, we found a loophole. He can't keep us out anymore. And once we're back in, I'm sure He'll just forgive and forget.
It's dogmatic law. If the church says it's so, God must adhere. This thing has a papal sanction.
How can you even be sure what incurs the Lord's wrath these days? Times change. I remember when eating meat on a Friday was supposed to be a Hell-worthy trespass.
You are responsible for raising an icon which draws worship from the Lord. You have broken the First Commandment. More than that, not a one of you passes for a decent human being. Your continued existence is a mockery of morality.
After all this time, this is what it comes down to? Slaughter by a meat-puppet.
Guess what? We're going home. No matter whose pride it may hurt.
See, don't. Don't, my friend. Don't let your sympathies get the best of you. They did me, once. Scion or not, she's just a human, and by passing through that arch, our sins are forgiven. No harm, no foul.
Mister McGhee, don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.