Going My Way

I gave them both my blessing. Yeah.

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Ted Haines Sr.: Son, never loan money to a church. As soon as you start to close in on them, everybody thinks you're a heel. Ted Haines Jr.: Well, aren't you? Ted Haines Sr.: Yeah.

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Ted Haines Jr.: He wants to tear down the church and make a parking lot out of it. Can you imagine it? He's a very disliked man. I'm sort of following in his footsteps. Father Chuck O'Malley: Junior, hmm? Ted Haines Jr.: Yeah.

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Ted Haines Sr.: Where have you been the last two weeks? Ted Haines Jr.: Well, dad, I've been in a blue heaven dancing on a pink cloud. She came in on a moonbeam. Ted Haines Sr.: That's a lie. I had you followed. Ted Haines Jr.: That wasn't cricket, dad. When you were my age, I didn't follow you around.

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Father Chuck O'Malley: Here, take this. [Gives a spoonful of medicine to Father Fitzgibbon] That'll keep the pilot light burning. Father Fitzgibbons: Yes, it ought to. Tastes like it has kerosene in it.

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Father Fitzgibbons: Well, did you make your parish calls? Father Chuck O'Malley: Oh, yes. Mrs. McGonigle's rheumatism is kicking up again. I told her to bury a potato in the back yard. Father Fitzgibbons: That's for warts. Father Chuck O'Malley: That's what she said.

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