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Harbour Master: Much has been said of the strumpets of yore<br>Of wenches and bawdyhouse queens by the score<br>But I sing of a baggage that we all adore<br>The landlord's daughter. Willow: Some things in their natural state have the most vivid colours. Miss Rose: The building attached to the ground in which the body lies is no longer used for Christian worship, so whether it is still a Churchyard is debatable. May Morrison: You'll simply never understand the true nature of sacrifice.

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May Morrison: Can I do anything for you, Sergeant? Sergeant Neil Howie: No, I doubt it, seeing you're all raving mad!

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Lord Summerisle: Afternoon Sergeant Howie. I trust the sight of the young people refreshes you. Sergeant Neil Howie: No sir, it does not refresh me.

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Sergeant Neil Howie: Your lordship seems strangely... unconcerned. Lord Summerisle: I am confident your suspicions are wrong, Sergeant. We do not commit murder here. We are a deeply religious people. Sergeant Neil Howie: Religious? With ruined churches, no ministers, no priests... and children dancing naked! Lord Summerisle: They do love their divinity lessons. Sergeant Neil Howie: But they are... a-are naked! Lord Summerisle: Well, naturally. It's much too dangerous to jump through fire with your clothes on. Sergeant Neil Howie: What religion can they possibly be learning jumping over bonfires? Lord Summerisle: Parthenogenesis. Sergeant Neil Howie: What? Lord Summerisle: Literally, as Miss Rose would doubtless say in her assiduous way, reproduction without sexual union. Sergeant Neil Howie: Oh, what is all this? I mean, you've got fake biology, fake religion... Sir, have these children never heard of Jesus? Lord Summerisle: Himself the son of a virgin, impregnated, I believe, by a gho

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Sergeant Neil Howie: And you encourage them in this? Lord Summerisle: Actively. It is most important that each new generation born on Summerisle be made aware that here, the old gods aren't dead. Sergeant Neil Howie: But what of the true God, to whose Glory, churches and monasteries have been built on these islands for generations past? Now sir, what of Him? Lord Summerisle: He's dead. He can't complain. He had His chance and in modern parlance, "blew it."

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Sergeant Neil Howie: He brought you up to be a pagan! Lord Summerisle: A heathen, conceivably, but not, I hope, an unenlightened one.

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Willow MacGreagor: A man who would come here of his own free will. Librarian: A man who has come here with the power of a king by representing the law. Willow MacGreagor: A man who would come here as a virgin... Librarian: A man who has come here as a fool!

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Sergeant Neil Howie: No matter what you do, you can't change the fact that I believe in the life eternal, as promised to us by our Lord, Jesus Christ. [shouted] I believe in the life eternal, as promised to us by our Lord, Jesus Christ! Lord Summerisle: That is good, for believing what you do, we confer upon you a rare gift, these days - a martyr's death. You will not only have life eternal, but you will sit with the saints among the elect. Come. It is time to keep your appointment with the Wicker Man.