Saintly Sinners (1962)
Father Dan: We don't harass the Lord enough. We should be more demanding, like a small boy asking his father for a bicycle. Ask for your inheritance. Ask for a miracle, a couple of miracles. Demand your share. Holler! Our rich father isn't very far away. After all, all you're asking for is a fair shake. It shouldn't take much of a miracle for that.
Mrs. Madigan: Praying, was ye! What are ye, hollering hyenas? I thought you was Catholics! Ye'd better get down on yer knees and say yer prayers like decent Christians. Or else!
Slim: There oughta be a law against lettin' ambulances have sireens!
Duke: Why doncha write yer congressman?
Mike: I sure hate to do it. That dame's sure nuts about that guy.
Hank: What's the matter with you, you some kinda love nut?
Idaho: Aw, to heck with the Monsignor. We're leavin' this money for Dysmas. We're callin' it his cut.
Slim: You like to read so much, why doncha go over and knock off the public li-berry!
Mrs. McKenzie: If they're parishioners, the car's as good as gone.
Father Dan: The bigger the deal, the better it is for the side that's in no hurry.
Slim: You know, I've never been up so early in my life. The city looks queer, like it ain't finished.
Duke: When a hamburger starts to look better than eight thousand dollars cash, I gotta be starvin'.
Slim: Ya know, I'm beginnin' to think that somebody up there HATES us!
Uncle Clete: If you keep on bein' tricky like this, we're gonna lock you up fer a week, incommuni... endo!
Harrihan: Nothing about Father Dan makes the least sense to me, nor to the rest of the police department, I might add.
Bartender: Another one, on the house?
Duke: Naw, no thanks, we'll ride these.
Idaho: If you give Father Dan his old job back, we'll walk the old chalk, pious as a corpse. We show results.