:24:10
Oh, God, man, surely you're
not gonna drink with them?
:24:13
I have already
traveled with them.
:24:33
Who's the great streak
of misery over there not drinking?
:24:36
He's a padre.
:24:38
Come to bring God to all you
bastard sons of Bellingen.
:24:41
Bastard son? Bastard daughter, likely.
:24:45
- Lord help us.
- Take this over to him. Keep your eye on him.
:24:48
He's not to leave.
:24:55
Step through.
:24:57
Dip your wee white toe
in the holy well.
:25:09
Compliments
of Sir Roger Rogerer...
:25:12
and Lord Pupslaughter.
:25:27
Oh, great. He's going walkabout.
:25:35
How thin...
my wrist is.
:25:40
This wrist God made me.
:25:46
How could I smite him?
:25:48
That's right, Father.
Give us a sermon on the mount!
:25:54
I will...
:25:57
play you poker.