Father Joseph Perreau: God go with you.
Harry: God? Who is he?
Charlie: I've never heard of him.

Father Matthew Doonan: I'll bet you were a sweet little altar boy.
Harry: Weren't we all?

Harry: Hey, Holy Joe, we don't owe you nuttin', so don't start pushin'.
Father Matthew Doonan: Where you from, tough guy? I hear echoes.
Harry: I've been around... What's it to ya?
Father Matthew Doonan: You spit your T's. That'd be Jersey, I guess, maybe Jersey City. Hunh! I came from just across the River - Hell's Kitchen. We used to eat punks like you.
Harry: Maybe. That's when you had your teeth.

Charlie: I was a pretty good thief in my time.
Father Matthew Doonan: I believe that.
Charlie: It's too late. Can't you get out now?
Father Matthew Doonan: It's never too late to change.
Charlie: My mother, that's what she used to say, "It's never too late."
Father Matthew Doonan: She was right.
Charlie: She kept after me - kept tellin' me - there was another thief once dyin' on the cross right next to Christ.
Father Matthew Doonan: The Good Thief.
Charlie: That's what she called him.
Father Matthew Doonan: He didn't chicken out. He just got smart and at the very last moment, he stole Heaven.
Charlie: That's pretty good stealin', huh?