Other Movie Quotes

Toby: Is he that guy that comes down from the boondocks? The mechanic? Dwight..what a stupid name.

Toby: Duh...wight.

Marian: I love a man who knows how to dress.
Toby: What a dope.

Toby (mocking Dwight): Oh please (fiddles with the lighter) allow me. There you go. Just a little trick I learned in the navy.

Toby (mocking Dwight): Let me try this (drinks coffee). Mmm Mmm. Who made this? Did you make this? I'd love to live in a house with a cup of java like that.

Dwight: A neighbor of mine says, "looking for nice churches, come to Concrete. Looking for sin, go to hell."

Dwight: Just shut your goddamn piehole!

Mom: What do we do?
Toby: What do you mean?
Mom: I mean, what shall we do? Because this isn't working. We barely have any money, Kathy's moving out now and on top of it all you've gone wild. You lie.
Toby: No I don't.
Mom: Yes, you do. You're smoking cigarettes, you're stealing from Marion's purse. I can't handle it anymore and it scares me. I don't know what to do, so you tell me.
Toby: I can be better. I mean, I will be. I hate the way I am. I don't know why I do it.

ull the other leg, its got bells on it.

Boy 1: Look who's comin'.
Toby: Who's that?
Boy 1: Arthur Gale.
Boy 2: What a homo.
Toby: Sure walks like a girl.
Boy 2: Yeah, runs like one, talks like one, throws like one...you know he probably pees like one too. Yeah just squats right down.
Toby: You know what he did? He mouthed off to me the other day. I was gonna fuckin' sock him one. He called me uh...bourgeois.
Boy 2: What the hecks a bourgeios.
Toby: I don't know.
Boy 1: Hey, hey call him a homo.
Toby: Why?
Boy 1: Just see what he says.
Toby: Yeah?
Arthur: My, my what do we have here? Elmer Fudd and his hunting boys. Look at all that yellow...boy, didn't your momma tell you to wash your hands after you pee?
Toby: Shut up.
Arthur: Strike one. Ooh, that was very good, very original. Did you just make that up? That was very very clever.
Toby: Why don't you just fuck off, dicklick.
Arthur: Excuse me. Wooh! Hasn't anyone ever told you, you look exactly like a pile of steaming dog turd?
Toby: Yeah? Well at least I'm not a great big homo!

Dwight: Well...so...heh, heh. Who won?
Toby: He's the one who can't see out of one eye.
Dwight: Hot damn! you actually gave little Lord Gale a black eye? Huh?
Toby: Yeah. But its not black yet.
Dwight: But its all puffed up? Well, then its a shiner, right? Right?
Toby: Mmm hmm.
Dwight: How did it start?
Toby: Well, I called him a sissy.
Dwight: Well, he sure as hell can't sue you for slander. The boy fights for the pink team. We all know the god damn kid's queer.

Toby V.O.: A lot can happen in two years. Skipper and Norma had left Concrete and moved to Seattle. I was gonna get out too for sure. In the meantime I made some new friends.

Chuck: Hey look, there goes Carol Baumgarden. Ain't she sweet? She's out for Wolff.
Toby: Yeah, Yeah I wish.
Chuck: It wouldn't do her any good. Jack's saving himself for Ria Clark.
Driver: You know what he said about Ria?
Toby: Fuck off.
Driver: Said even the inside of her arm turns him on. Inside of her fuckin' arm. You slay me Wolff! She is pretty though.

Toby: Hey, let me copy your math homework.
Arthur: No, but I'll show you how to work the problems.
Toby: I tell you I'm thirsty and you offer me a sandwich. Thank you and fuck you!
Arthur: I take it back...you don't act like Psycho, you act like Dwight.
Toby: I know it. He's winning, isn't he? I do act like him and I feel like him sometimes. I gotta get out of this damn place or I'm a dead one.
Arthur: Sure, you've said that for over two years.
Toby: This time I mean it, I'm gonna go live with my brother Gregory in Princeton.
Arthur: Oh, the brother Gregory in Princeton who never calls you? That brother Gregory?
Toby: No, but you know I may go to a prep school like he did. Yeah like my dad did.
Arthur: What about your grades? What would you use for money?
Toby: Dwight owes me 1200 bucks. If I hadn't let him keep my paper route money, I'd be o.k.
Arthur: Yeah, if the dog hadn't stopped to pee, he would have caught the rabbit.
Toby: You know what? I think Dwight was right about you, I think you really do fight for the pink team.

Toby V.O.: My brother Gregory and I had been in touch. He said the road from Concrete to Princeton started with SATs and that I could take them at the Lakeside School in Seattle. Dwight said I had as much chance of passing the test as he had of farting his way through the star spangled banner.

Toby V.O.: When I went to fill out the application forms I ran into a wall. They wanted letters of recommendations from teachers. I figured I could write these myself. But they wanted my grades on our official high school transcript forms and this was a problem...

Arthur: I won't do it.
Toby: Why not? You work right in the office, nobody will ever know.
Arthur: I'm surprised you want help from anyone who fights for the pink team.
Toby: Look, I'm asking you for help man. I got word yesterday that I did really well on those tests but thats not enough. I've gotta cheat and I've gotta lie. If they want A's, I have to give it to them one way or another. Its such a simple thing. You're the only way I can get out...
Arthur: No. Why should you get to be the one who leaves? Why not me?

Toby: Mom, you can leave too. I'm leaving. You don't have to stay here for this shit.
Mom: I don't do I.
Toby: No, you don't.
Mom: I could leave with you right now, couldn't I?
Toby: Yes, you could.
Mom: I could walk right out that door, couldn't I?
Toby: Yes.
Dwight: What?
Mom: I'm leaving you, Dwight.

Toby: Hey, Terry.
Terry: Hey Jack. What'd your mom say about skipping school last night?
Toby: Who listens?
Terry: You go to Wanda's last night?
Toby: Uh-huh.
Terry: You make out?
Toby: Uh-huh.
Terry: You make out good?
Toby: Uh-huh?
Terry: How good?
Toby: Fucked her 'till her nose bled.
Terry: You are so full of shit.

What's Eating Gilbert Grape(1993)

role~~Arnie Grape Arnie (Leonardo DiCaprio): I was counting...5, 9,10, 11, 12, 13, 19, 17, 15, 17...

Gilbert (Johnny Depp): Arnie eat some chicken.
Arnie: I don't want any chicken, Gilbert.
Gilbert: You want some corn?
Arnie: I w-want some corn.
Gilbert: Good?
Arnie: Not good corn.[spits it out]

Arnie: Gilbert, are they gonna come soon? Cuz I gotta go back home, ya know?
Gilbert: Pretty soon.
Arnie: I want them to come.
Gilbert: Wanna go home?
Arnie: No. I wanna see 'em.
Gilbert: Okay.
Arnie: They're gonna come soon, huh? How many more mile till they come, Gilbert?
Gilbert: Three million buddy.
Arnie: Three?
Gilbert: Yep.
Arnie: Okay.

Arnie: Gilbert, that's them, huh? Gilbert, look it's them. Look they're coming here.

Arnie: Honk the horn.

Gilbert: My brother Arnie's about to turn 18. My family's planning a big party for him.

Gilbert: Watching the campers is our yearly ritual. They're doing the right thing...just passin' through.

Gilbert: God, Arnie you're getting so big. Pretty soon I ain't gonna be able to carry you no more.
Arnie: No, you're getting littler, Gilbert. You're getting littler...you're shrinking. You're shrinking, Gilbert, you're shrinking. Shrinking, shrinking, shrinking.

Gilbert: Endora. Endora's where we are. Describing Endora is like dancing to no music. It's a town where nothing much ever happens and nothing much ever will.

Gilbert: Lamson's grocery is where I work and miles out of town, on the interstate, there's Food Land...where everyone else shops.

Gilbert: This is where I live, with my family. My dad built the house, it's my job to keep up the repairs. Doctor said we'd be lucky if Arnie lived to be 10. Well, 10 came and went and now the doctors are saying anytime now. Arnie could go at anytime. Some days you want him to live, some days you don't.

Gilbert: What is it buddy?
Arnie (crying): I killed him...I killed him, Gilbert...I killed him!
Gilbert: I know buddy, I know.

Gilbert: My older sister, Amy, is more like a mother. She used to manage the elementary school cafeteria over in Motley, until it burned down last year. My other sister, Ellen, just turned 15. She got her braces off and for days now she's been walkin' around going "ooh" "ah" like she can't believe the feel of teeth. I got another brother Larry, but he got away. And then, there's Mama...who in her day was the prettiest girl in these parts. Ever since our dad was hung out to dry, 17 years ago, Mama's had her hands full. You see, with Mama, there's no nice way to break it to you. She hasn't left the house in over seven years. I'm Gilbert. Gilbert Grape.

Mr. Lamson: Gilbert?
Gilbert: Sir?
Mr. Lamson: Something going on at Food Land?
Gilbert: Oh, I wouldn't know, sir. I don't shop there...I'd rather die.

Deputy: Come on down. Arnie: No! I'm not comin down, I'm goin up there! Deputy: Son, come on down! Arnie: I wanna go up there! Gilbert: Arnie! Arnie, come on down buddy! Arnie: I'm up here. Hiiii! Deputy: Ok, son, come on down. Come on son! Arnie: I'm goin higher than before....I go high! Deputy: Don't make me come get you. Arnie: Don't have to come get me, I'm goin up here! Gilbert: Arnie! Arnie: Whoa! I'm not gonna fall! Hey, my shoe done fell off! My shoe done fell off, Gilbert! Gilbert: I know a boy who's name is Arnie, he's about to turn 18 and have a big party. I know a boy who's name is Arnie. Come on down buddy, come on. Match in the gas tank, boom boom! Match in the gas tank, boom boom! Arnie: Match in the gas tank, boom boom boom boom boom boom. Match in the gas tank, boom boom. Gilbert: Come on down buddy, come on down....come on! Good boy! Now I'm gonna take him home. I promise it won't happen again. Sherriff: Son, we hear this every time, and then after a coupla days he's right back up there again. Gilbert: Yeah, but this is the last one. Right buddy? Arnie: It's the last time!.....I wanna go back up there again! Arnie: I'm going higher than before.

[Gilbert holds kid up to window to see Mama]
Tucker: That wasn't nice.
Gilbert: What? What'd I do?
Tucker: You know what you did. That's your mother in there. Your mother.
Gilbet: I know.
Tucker: I don't get you man. I just don't get it.

Tucker: So, how's Mama?
Gilbert: She's fat.
Tucker: Come on man, she's not all that big, Gilbert.
Gilbert: What?
Tucker: Listen, I saw a guy at the state fair who was...a little bit bigger.
Gilbert: A little bit bigger.
Tucker: Look, all I'm sayin' is she's not the biggest I've ever seen.
Gilbert: Tucker, she's a whale.
Arnie: She's a whale!

Tucker: Forget Wendy's, forget Burger King, forget McDonald's that's like old hat...Burger Barn is cutting edge.

Arnie:'der my hoppers. 'der my friends.

Arnie: Is that your bike?!

Arnie: I can go at anytime...anytime.

Arnie: Mom, I want hot dogs.
Mama: We're gonna have hot dogs, honey. I promise. We're gonna have hot dogs.
Arnie: I want hot dogs

Gilbert: What does Gilbert say? If anybody ever hits you or even just lays a finger on you. What are you gonna do? Arnie, hmmm? You're gonna tell me and then I'm gonna take care of it for you, right? And why will I take care of it?
Arnie: Gilbert...cause you're Gilbert.
Gilbert: Cause I'm Gilbert, cause nobody hurts Arnie.

Amy: You have to stay here. You stay right on this porch. You don't go anywhere. Don't go anywhere.
Arnie: Don't go anywhere. We're not goin anywhere. Gilbert, we're not goin anywhere, ya know. We're not goin anywhere.

Arnie: Where's the duck? I can't see the duck anywhere, find him!
Gilbert: Where's the duck?
Arnie: It's hiding. Find the duck. Duckie!
Gilbert: You're such a big boy. You're such a big boy. You know what? I bet you can do this by yourself, if you really wanted to. Could you do this by yourself?
Arnie: I'm a big boy.
Gilbert: Yeah, be a big boy.
Arnie: Big boy.
Gilbert: Take this...
Arnie: Take this.
Gilbert: Wash everything, your towels are there, and your robe is there.
Arnie: O.K., O.K., The big boy's gonna wash himself.

Gilbert: Did you ever see a beached whale on television?
Becky: Yeah...
Gilbert: Well that's her...that's my mom.

Arnie: I coulda drownded...coulda drownded!
No more bath. Momma: But you didn't honey. You could've, but you didn't. Arnie: No more bath momma. Momma: Is it too much to ask to see this boy turn 18? Arnie: Hey! Hey! Look at here! Look at here! Look what's coming! Look, look it's coming! It's here, huh Gilbert! You see it, huh! It's the Burger Barn, Gilbert, the Burger Barn! Gilbert it's the Burger Barn! Aaaaa! Burger Barn! Aaaa! Arnie: Hey look, Gilbert, it's that girl. Gilbert, it's that girl!!

Arnie:Wanna play, wanna play!

Arnie: Magic Part...Magic Part Gilbert?

Arnie: You can't find me. You can't find me anywere. Say where's Arnie. Say that.

Arnie:Hey, hey, do the siren, do the siren.....Ahhhhh!!!

Mama: I want my boy, Jerry. My son! Give me my son!

Arnie: Mama, they didn't flash the lights for me either.

Arnie:You can get candy if you want. You can have candy if youwant to. You like gum, you like gum? I like gum. Here's a good kind, here take this. You can have it. You want some of these too? Take some candy!

Arnie:Arnie: Hey, Mike right? You wanna come to my party tomorrow, I'm be 18 years old. You wanna come? You can come too if you want to. I don't know you, but you can come too.

Gilbert: Is he okay?
Amy: I think you better ask him that yourself.
Gilbert: Where is he?
Amy: I wonder where he could be.
Gilbert: Amy, have you seen Arnie?
Amy: No I thought he was with you.
(Arnie laughing)
Gilbert: Arnie! Arnie! Anybody seen Arnie? Where's my brother?
Arnie (jumps down out of the tree): Boo!
Gilbert: Boo.
Gilbert: You scared me buddy. You scared Gilbert. Don't scare Gilbert, okay.
Arnie: Okay. Don't scare Gilbert, okay.

Arnie: I'm called a miracle. I'm a miracle.

Gilbert: I don't know what to say.
Arnie: Say thank you Gilbert,say thank you.

Arnie:Goodbye.
Becky:No, its not goodbye, Arnie.
Arnie:It's goodnight, goodnight to you and not to me.

Arnie: I'm not tired yet, Gilbert. Gilbert: Gotta go to sleep, okay? Arnie: Okay. Goodbye! Gilbert: No, it's not goodbye, it's goodnight. Arnie: Yeah! Gilbert: Goodbye is for when you're going away, and we're not going anywhere are we? Arnie: I know that! Geez, I know that, Gilbert! We're not going anywhere! Goodbye! Arnie: I can go at anytime. Gilbert: Shhh, Arnie. No. Arnie: Anytime.....My mom wants me to come, become 18, and I'm havin a big, a big party, huh Gilbert. When When is that party coming? Gilbert: Six days. Arnie: Six days and my party and I come 18. I'm 18, and you're not invited. Gilbert: Arnie, don't be rude! Becky: Oh, it's okay. He's just being honest. I don't mind. Arnie: Ha ha! Ha ha ha! Mama: You're my knight in shimmering armor. Did you know that?
Gilbert: I think you mean shining.
Mama: No, shimmering. You shimmer and you glow.

Arnie: Arnie: Mama wake up! You're hiding huh? I know dat. Wake up. Mama wake up. Stop it now. Stop, Mama.

Gilbert: Hey Arnie! Arnie: Huh? Gilbert: Wanna go help Tucker? Arnie: Uh uh! Gilbert: Arnie, go help Tucker in the basement. Arnie, whydon't you go into the basement? Arnie: I don't wanna go down there Gilbert! No way, no way, no way. You go down there, Gilbert! Tucker: Is there a problem? Gilbert? Arnie: Dad's in there! Whooooo! Dad's in there, whooo!

The Basketball Diaries(1995)

role~~Jim Carroll Crazy Lady [screaming out of her window]: Go fuck yourself, you son-of-a-bitch bastard! The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. Hallowed be thy name thy kingdom come they will be done...you FUCK...Oh, give us this day our daily bread as we forgive those who trespass against us. Oh Jesus, Jesus of Nazarene, Jesus of Nazarene...go to hell, go to hell, go to hell. HELL, HELL, HELL, HELL, HELL. Mary the whore, Mary the whore...

Mom: Hey Jim, you're not going to waste the whole day lying around are you?
Jim Carroll (Leonardo DiCaprio): Yeah Mom, I'm up. The loony alarm went off.
Mom: Well, close the blinds. Don't look at her and don't listen to her.
Jim: How can I not?

Crazy lady: Jesus the Nazarene, Mary the whore, Mary the hairdresser, Mary the hairdresser...
Jim: Hey, lady! SHUT UP!!!

Jim: When I was young, about eight or so, I tried making friends with God by inviting him to my house to watch the world series...he never showed.

[Jim is taking a beating from the priest and the bell rings, ending class]
Jim: Too bad father, I was just starting to enjoy myself.
Priest: We can do it again tomorrow if you like, Mr. Carroll.

Pedro: You O.K., Jim?
Jim: Yeah.
Pedro: Does it hurt?
Mickey: What? Do you want to rub it for him, Pedro?
Neutron: Yo Jim, give it a rest, man. You're never gonna beat him.
Mickey: The guy's a pervert, did you hear him? "We can do it again tomorrow if you like, Mr. Carroll."
Jim: Let's cut out of here.

Pedro: all right, what about the four of us versus Wilt Chamberlin? He was the greatest of all time.
Mickey: All of us? What are you going to do Pedro? Tie his shoes together when he ain't lookin'?
Pedro: all right, how 'bout the three of us versus Wilt Chamberlin?
Mickey: No problem.
Jim: You're kiddin' right, Mickey?
Mickey: No. He can't cover all of us at the same time. You guys don't miss open jumpers and you know who'll be there for the rebounds.
Jim: Rebounds? That freak is like seven-feet tall. Come on.
Mickey: Jim I can rebound with anybody.
Jim: You're sniffing too much of that shit, is what you're doing. Chamberlin would destroy all of us...end of story.
Mickey: Yeah all right, all we gotta do is move the ball around there's no way we don't win. Will you tell this kid?
Neutron: Hey Mickey, I think you could beat him yourself. I don't think you need us.
Mickey: Perfect example right there. Confidence. I know I could beat him.

Pedro: Holy shit, look at this place.
Mickey: Wow! I tell you what, if our school was this nice I'd go more than once a week.
Neutron: Maybe you'll learn how to read, huh?

Swifty: We got a game today gentlemen. Who's ready to play some round ball? I said, "Who's ready to play some ball?" You give me that laid-back-Jack attitude out there today and you're gonna find yourself watching the game from the bench.

Swifty: No smoking and no pulling your peckers before a game.

[Swifty opens the stall that Mickey is in]
Mickey: Swifty, you mind? I'm takin' a dump! Get outta here.

Swifty: Hey, what are ya doing?
Jim: We're signing the ball for Bobby.
Swifty: Can I sign?
Jim: Yeah.
Swifty writes: "We're holding your spot for you kid, Swifty."

Jim: We were the hottest Catholic high school team in New York City, on our way to the championship. We felt like nothing could stop us.

Jim: You gotta have presence on the court. Presence like a cheetah rather than a chimp. You both got it but chimp, ya gotta jump his nuts around all day to get it. Shy cheetah just moves in total nonchalance, second to a sexy slow strut. Me...I play like a cheetah.

Jim: There's only two things Swifty forbids: using the word "motherfucker" and stealing from the other team...as long as they're white.

Swifty: I told you one burger each, didn't I?
Jim: Aw come on, Swift. You know it takes, what, at least eight of these to get filled up.
Neutron: Yeah. Come on Swifty, we're growing boys.
Mickey: Growing boys are hungry motherfuckers.

Jim: Why do you have to be such an asshole all of the time?
Mickey: Why's the little shoe crying anyway? His mother's a sneaker, his father's a loafer, somebody's gotta be the heel.

Jim: I've known Bobby since I was three. He's my best friend. He was the best player on our basketball team. Two years ago, he got Leukemia. He keeps fighting it off. I know Bobby's gonna beat it, he can beat anything.

Bobby [reading Jim's poem]:
"Little kids shoot marbles
where branches break the sun
into graceful shafts of light.
I just wanna be pure,
I just wanna be pure."

Jim: I love it this way: my feet against the tar which is soft from the spring heat. A slight breeze that runs across your entire body, especially your crotch. You feel an incredible power being naked under a dome of stars while a giant city is dressed, dodging cars all around you five flights down. I don't think of anything while I'm doing the actual tugging, least of all the heavy sex fantasies I have to resort to indoors. Just my own naked self and the stars breathing down and its beautiful. Time sure flies where you're young and jerkin' off.

Mom: Camp summer position, driver: taxi. Hey, that might be good. You could get your license this summer.
Jim: Oh yeah, yeah mom that sounds really great.
Mom: Hey! Get your own job and if you don't get it this summer your gonna come and work with me at the hotel.
Jim: Mom please, why are you so worried about this? Do I even ask you for money?
Mom: No, I'm not worried about the money, I want you to have responsibility. I don't want you running around the streets of New York.
Jim: I know.
Mom: Idle time is the devil's play thing, Jim.
Jim: The devil's play thing, huh?
Mom: Mmm huh.
Jim: That might be a cool title for my first book, thanks. That's good.

Jim: Sometimes I feel like something's chasing me, like there's some wacko on a roof somewhere who could snuff me out at any moment and I feel this horrible fear. Will I have time to finish the poems breaking loose in my head?

Reggie: Hey white boy! You ready for your beatin'?
Jim: Don't let your mouth get you into something your ass can't handle.

Jim: Every crowd has its little games to prove if you're a punk or not. My cousin in Jersey plays chickie, which is two cars heading towards each other at about 80 miles an hour-first driver to swerve out of the way, is of course, chicken. In Brooklyn, they make you press a lit cigarette into your arm and have it burn all the way down to the filter, without the slightest flinch. Us Manhattan boys? We jump off cliffs into the Harlem River which is literally shitty, because half a million toilets flush into it every day.

Mickey: You know who was awesome on this rock? Bobby. That kid would do back flips off this rock.
Jim: Hey Mickey.
Mickey: What?
Jim: Don't talk about Bobby like he's dead, HE'S NOT DEAD!

Jim [as the Circle Line comes by]: HEY, CIRCLE THIS!!!submitted by Bridget

Jim: White ships disappear into wave machine this morning
your eyes got shot with secret chains
a pill armies eventually set free
like soft horses through toy deserts.

Jim: I love this mansion
Though its too many windows
to open halfway each morning
and close halfway each night.

Jim: I looked at his body and it was death for the first time. His face was thin and wrinkled, almost ape-like. His hair just gray patches on his scalp. He looked 60 years old and he was sixteen. I couldn't believe how skinny he was, much skinnier than he was in the hospital. It was like having a skeleton of someone you knew put right in front of you. I felt dazed just like I came out of a four hour movie I didn't understand. I kept thinking about his face and death and what a cheat the whole thing was.

Jim: You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies...so we can dance.

Jim: Did I ever tell you about the first time I did heroin? I went down to Pedro's basement. All sorts of characters were in the storage room shootin' gallery. I was just gonna sniff a bag, but a guy says, "if you're gonna sniff, you might as well pop it and if you're gonna pop it you might as well mainline." I was scared of needles, but I gave in. It was like a long heat wave through my body. Any ache or pain or sadness or guilty feeling was completely flushed out.

Jim: Look ma, I'm not in the mood for your dime store psychology, all right? Now could you just please leave me alone. I gotta a little sick, all right?
Mom: I'm not gonna live like this, Jim. We're not gonna live like this, I'm warning you. I'm telling you we can't do it.
Jim: Oh god Mom, you're always warning me aren't you? Blah blah blah, you're always in my fucking ear, blah blah blah. You don't know anything.
Mom: What are you talking about?
Jim: Go clean toilets or whatever the hell it is that you do and when you're done you can clean this one, all right?
Mom (she slaps him in the face): Don't talk like that. What's the matter with you?
Jim: Gee wiz Ma, you know we outta have these heart to heart talks more often, they're really good for us.

Jim: First it's a Saturday night thing and you feel cool like a gangster or a rock star. It's just somethin' to kill the boredom, ya know. They call it a chippie, a small habit. It feels so good you start doing it on Tuesdays, then Thursdays. Then its got you. Every wise ass punk on the block says it won't happen to them, but it does.

Jim [in the confessional]: Bless me father, for I have sinned. Its been about fo-four months since my last confession.
Priest: Yes, my son?
Jim: Well, I don't know where to start, father.
Priest: Have you taken the name of Jesus Christ in vain?
Jim: Yeah, yeah I have.
Priest: Have you disrespected your mother and father?
Jim: Uh huh.
Priest: Have you stolen or cheated your fellow man?
Jim: Yeah, but I'm not proud of it.
Priest: Have you had impure thoughts or engaged in impure deeds?
Jim: Oh father, you have no idea.
Priest: Is there something else you want to tell me, in your own words?
Jim: Well, ya know I've done all kinds of crazy shit...oh excuse me father. Fuck...I'm so-...Christ I have a dirty mouth. Look I'm, I'm sorry about that, just go on.
Priest: Ten Hail Marys' and five Our Fathers'.
Jim: What do you mean? That's it, that's my punishment? Ya know something? My friend Bobby, he was the best and he's dead. This sucks, you know that. This really sucks, it's not fair father.

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