Bishop Maigret: Gentlemen, let us at least agree it is a scurge, and those who have it must be isolated. While I am prime minister we will not fail to do this, or Hawaii will become a nation of lepers.
Bishop Maigret: But as long as you isolate them and keep them in a place where they have no relatives, a place which it turned into a living hell, with no law...
Walter Murray Gibson: That is why I have to called you together. We cannot send police to their island. I tried. They resign. Fear of disease, they can't take their families, it's hopeless. They won't go. They won't do it.
Bishop Maigret: Then the natives will continue to hide their sick. And I for one don't blame them.
Father Damien: Hello. You are English?
William Williamson: Yes. I was a medical assistant in Honolulu and I got the blasted disease myself. A lesson to you.
Father Damien: May I give you the sacraments?
William Williamson: Me? A proper catholic priest? My father would rise from his grave.
William Williamson: Father, don't be insulted. Come back tomorrow, I may be frightened and have to think about it.
Father Damien: May God be with you.
William Williamson: And with you. Just now, you need him more than I.
Father Leonor Fouesnel: [refering to a letter in his hand] Your Grace... this is outrageous. He's now demanding timber and nails. He says that he's not going to sleep under a roof until there is adequate cover for all the patients.
Bishop Maigret: There's another article about him in the paper today. The prime minister calls him a Christian hero.
[reads from paper]
Bishop Maigret: "A healthy young man who has sacrificed himself for the dying inhabitants of Molokai." Does he speak of returning?
Father Leonor Fouesnel: Oh no, on the contrary.
[read from the letter in his hand]
Father Leonor Fouesnel: "This settlement needs a resident priest. Many are dying. I want to stay."
Rudolph Meyer: Oh, Damien, look at all this I've brought you. More than I ever got out of the government.
Father Damien: I have a bishop with a conscience.
Rudolph Meyer: I'm a good Lutheran, I've got no faith in bishops. What are you doing?
Father Damien: I am making a windbreak. We have winds in Belgium too.
Rudolph Meyer: They picked the worst hole in Hawaii. Because of that valley you never see the sun rise and you never see it set. If they were putting away murderers they couldn't have thought of a better place.
Rudolph Meyer: Only the grim reaper is going to help your flock, father.
Father Damien: Well, we differ.
Rudolph Meyer: You're a good man, Damien. But you had better learn to bend. Like those trees. The ones that don't bend break.
Father Damien: [fixing William's hut] There. That should be more comfortable.
William Williamson: All this work for a Protestant? You might go to hell.
Father Damien: I would rather that you took the sacraments, but I don't like you sleeping like this within my sight.
William Williamson: I suppose it would be easier for you if I just died?
Father Damien: Oh, you can't die until I convert you.
William Williamson: Do you honestly believe only catholics go to heaven?
Father Damien: I'm not absolutely certain, but I know that catholics *can* go to heaven.
William Williamson: So you were born a missionary?
William Williamson: No, not quite. I wasn't smart enough. I had to work very hard to pass Latin and theology.
Father Damien: No, I want it true. I beg you, let me give you the last rites.
William Williamson: You're stubborn, Damien. No. I'm the one that got away. Don't worry, I'll say a good word for you on the other side.