The Wrath of God (1972)
Father Oliver Van Horne: Desolate place, isn't it?
Emmet: If God had wanted to give the world an enema, he'd have stuck the nozzle in here.
Father Oliver Van Horne: What's your opinion of priests?
Emmet: Well, what would you think of a man who wears skirts or a celibate who wants to be called "Father"?
Emmet: That was one hell of a mass, Father!
Father Oliver Van Horne: I have a small confession to make. All is not quite what it seems.
Father Oliver Van Horne: Why in hell can't I learn to mind my own business?
Father Oliver Van Horne: Just what the hell kind of game do you think you're playing?
Emmet: She goes with us.
Father Oliver Van Horne: Over my dead body she does.
Emmet: [points gun at Van Horne] Oh, that can be arranged.
Father Oliver Van Horne: I would suggest that you not be here when he wakes up.
Jennings: Where would you suggest I go?
Father Oliver Van Horne: To Hell.
Jennings: [Looking out at an execution by firing squad] A bullring. What a terrible place to die.
Father Oliver Van Horne: Well, you've got a choice. Firing squad or your Irish friend. How would you like to die?
Jennings: From natural causes, naturally.
Jennings: [laughing] It's... it's the resurrection, and I didn't even wait three days!
Col. Santilla: It's not often I have such distinguished guests- men straight from the gates of Hell.
Emmet: Come on, fat man!
Jennings: My size is due to a glandular condition, Mr. Keogh, and is a subject on which I harbor absolutely no sensitivity.
Father Oliver Van Horne: I don't wish any of you to risk your lives. Instead, I ask each of you to go to your homes and pray for me. That I may be brave and resolute in bringing to Tomas de la Plata the wrath of God.
Father Oliver Van Horne: What do you say to a drink?
Jennings: I never touch the rotten stuff except when I'm alone or with people.
Father Oliver Van Horne: Of course.
De La Plata: You were going to have a very lonely walk, priest.
Father Oliver Van Horne: You're here. That's all that matters.
De La Plata: I thought suicide was a mortal sin.
Father Oliver Van Horne: Somebody get my bag. It's in the car.
Emmet: Where are you going?
Father Oliver Van Horne: To kill Tomas de la Plata.
Father Oliver Van Horne: We three faced the firing squad together. Everything else is just borrowed time.
Jennings: God protects fools and drunks, not idiots.
Jennings: [laughing and wheezing] They think they'll make a hero out of me.
Jennings: Which way is north?
Moreno: That way, Senor.
Jennings: Mexico, here I come.
Jennings: All my life I could have played it safe. Think of all the fun I would have missed.