Father Merrin, Father Karras: The Power of Christ compels you!
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Father Merrin, Father Karras: The Power of Christ compels you!
Demon: Your mother sucks cocks in Hell, Karras, you faithless slime.
Demon: Stick your cock up her ass, you motherfucking worthless cocksucker.
Demon: Do you know what she did, your cunting daughter?
Burke Dennings: Cunting Hun! Bloody damn butchering Nazi pig!
Demon: Let Jesus fuck you, let Jesus fuck you. Let him fuck you.
Demon: Your mother's in here, Karras. Would you like to leave a message? I'll see that she gets it.
Subway Vagrant: Father, could you help an old altar boy? I'm Cat'lick.
Father Dyer: My idea of Heaven is a solid white nightclub with me as a headliner for all eternity, and they *love* me.
Lt. Kinderman: If certain British doctors never asked "What is this fungus?" we wouldn't today have penicillin, correct?
Chris MacNeil: Father Dyer? I thought you'd like to keep this.
Burke Dennings: There seems to be an alien pubic hair in my gin. Never seen it before in my life! Have you?
Lt. Kinderman: A draft in the fall when the house is hot is a magic carpet for germs.
Father Karras: Ego te absolvo in nomine Patris, et Filiii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.
Father Karras: I should have told you I wouldn't be in uniform.
They've found something... small pieces.
Dr. Klein: Any reasonable psychiatrist would eliminate a physical cause first.
Burke Dennings: We're going to hang out the washing on the Siegfried Line...
Father Merrin, Father Karras: The Power of Christ compels you!
Demon: Your mother sucks cocks in Hell, Karras, you faithless slime.
Demon: Stick your cock up her ass, you motherfucking worthless cocksucker.
Demon: Do you know what she did, your cunting daughter?
Karras' Mother: Why you do this to me, Dimmy?
Burke Dennings: Cunting Hun! Bloody damn butchering Nazi pig!
Demon: Your mother's in here, Karras. Would you like to leave a message? I'll see that she gets it.
Demon: Let Jesus fuck you, let Jesus fuck you. Let him fuck you.
Father Dyer: My idea of Heaven is a solid white nightclub with me as a headliner for all eternity, and they *love* me.
Subway Vagrant: Father, could you help an old altar boy? I'm Cat'lick.
Demon: MERRIN!
Lt. Kinderman: If certain British doctors never asked "What is this fungus?" we wouldn't today have penicillin, correct?
Father Merrin: Evil against evil.
Chris MacNeil: Father Dyer? I thought you'd like to keep this.
Father Merrin, Father Karras: The Power of Christ compels you!
Burke Dennings: Cunting Hun! Bloody damn butchering Nazi pig!
Demon: Let Jesus fuck you, let Jesus fuck you. Let him fuck you.
Chris MacNeil: Father Dyer? I thought you'd like to keep this.
Demon: I'm not Regan. Father Karras: Well, then let's introduce ourselves. I'm Damien Karras. Demon: And I'm the Devil. Now kindly undo these straps. Father Karras: If you're the Devil, why not make the straps disappear? Demon: That's much too vulgar a display of power, Karras.
Father Merrin: I cast you out! Unclean spirit! Demon: Shove it up your ass, you faggot! Father Merrin: In the Name of our Lord Jesus Christ! It is he who commands you! It is he who flung you from the gates of Heaven to the depths of Hell! Demon: Fuck him! Father Merrin: Be gone... Demon: Fuck him, Karras! Fuck him! Father Merrin: ...from this creature of God! Be gone! In the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit!
Dr. Klein: Do you keep any drugs in your house? Chris MacNeil: No, of course not, nothing like that. Dr. Klein: Are you sure? Chris MacNeil: Well, of course I'm sure. I'd tell you. Christ, I don't even smoke grass.
Burke Dennings: Tell me, was it public relations you did for the Gestapo or community relations? Karl: I'm Swiss! Burke Dennings: Oh, of course. And you never went bowling with Goebbels before either, I suppose? Nazi bastard.
Chris MacNeil: Well, give me an example. Like what specifically did she say? Dr. Klein: Specifically, Mrs. MacNeil, she advised me to "keep my fingers away from her goddamned cunt."
Regan: Mother? What's wrong with me? Chris MacNeil: It's just like the doctor said. It's nerves, and that's all. You just take your pills and you'll be fine, really. Okay?
Chris MacNeil: What are you doing here? Regan: My bed was shaking. I can't get to sleep.
Chris MacNeil: Would you like some brandy in that, father? Father Merrin: Well, my doctor says I shouldn't, but thank God my will is weak.
Chris MacNeil: Oh no, that was no spasm. I got on the bed. The whole bed was thumping and rising off the floor and shaking. The whole thing, with me on it! Dr. Klein: Mrs. MacNeil, the problem with your daughter is not her bed; it's her brain.
Regan: But ya like him. Chris MacNeil: Of course I like him. I like pizzas, too, but I'm not gonna marry one.
Chris MacNeil: We've got rats in the attic. You better get some traps. Karl: Rats? Chris MacNeil: Mm-hmm. 'Fraid so. Karl: But the attic is clean. Chris MacNeil: All right, then we've got clean rats.
Chris MacNeil: How does a doctor end up as a priest? Father Karras: It's the other way around; the Society put me through medical school.
