Mrs. Madigan: Praying, was ye! What are ye, hollering hyenas? I thought you was Catholics! Ye'd better get down on yer knees and say yer prayers like decent Christians. Or else!

Mrs. McKenzie: If they're parishioners, the car's as good as gone.

Mrs. McKenzie: That St. Dysmas is a powerful saint.
Father Dan: And as the boys say, he sure can boot in the winners.

Harrihan: Nothing about Father Dan makes the least sense to me, nor to the rest of the police department, I might add.

Father Dan: The bigger the deal, the better it is for the side that's in no hurry.

Father Dan: We don't harass the Lord enough. We should be more demanding, like a small boy asking his father for a bicycle. Ask for your inheritance. Ask for a miracle, a couple of miracles. Demand your share. Holler! Our rich father isn't very far away. After all, all you're asking for is a fair shake. It shouldn't take much of a miracle for that.