The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys
Sister Assumpta: Blake. A little advance don't you think?
Tim: Not really Sister. It's written simply enough for a six year old.
Sister Assumpta: So are the instructions for a handgun.
Sister Assumpta: But make no mistake, the culprits will be fingered. I will finger the culprits.
Father Casey: Jesus H Christ!
Tim: What does the H stand for Father?
Tim: Alright, seems like the perfect spot for deciding what you really want in life.
Francis Doyle: My own comic book bigger than anything that Marvel or DC has.
Tim: No, I'm talking about what you really want right now, like revenge on the one legged bitch in black and white!
Francis Doyle: [yells] Margie Flynn!
Tim: Shit. I knew it, Margie Flynn.
Tim: Are you with me here, altar boy?
Tim: Don't you ever tell me to get real. I know what fucking real is okay.
Tim: I burned all the skin off my hands. I can barely curl my fingers now.
Francis Doyle: There goes your sex life.
Tim: Risk leads to greatness.
Tim: Serious trouble beats serious boredom.
Tim Sullivan: *They? There is no they, we are they.*