Metatron: You are Bethany Sloane. Nobody can take that away from you, not even God.
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Metatron: You people. If there isn't a movie about it, it's not worth knowing, is it?
Jay: I feel like I'm Han Solo, and you're Chewie, and she's Ben Kenobi, and we're in that fucked-up bar.
Metatron: Good Lord, the little stoner's got a point.
Azrael: No pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater... than central air.
Rufus: What He really hates is the shit that gets carried out in his name. Wars. Bigotry. Televangelism.
Hospital P. A.: I repeat, this is not a drill. This is the apocalypse. Please exit the hospital in an orderly fashion. Thank you.
Jay: The whole fucking world's against us, dude, I swear to God.
Serendipity: Leave it to the Catholics to destroy existence.
Jay: Snootch to the motherfuckin' nootch!
Metatron: Anyone who isn't dead or from another plane of existence would do well to cover their ears right about now.
Loki: Whose house? Run's house! I said whose house? Run's house! who's house say what run's house say what Martin! Martin!
Jay: Go back to your paper routes, you Mighty Duck fucks.
Jay: I know they were just kids, but we kicked their fucken pube-less asses!
Jay: I didn't cum on you, Pete, I swear.
Rufus: Very basic strategy. If your enemies know where you are, then don't be there.
Loki: Do you know about voodoo? No real doctrin of faith to speak of , more an arrangement of superstitions.
Metatron: Ohhh, Bartleby. Was Wisconsin really *that* bad?
Metatron: You are Bethany Sloane. Nobody can take that away from you, not even God.
Bethany: Glick's the kind of asshole that would bless his own clubs for a better game.
Bethany Sloane: Why? What the fuck do you want with me? I fucking hate you.
Jay: Heh, me lead you? Lady look at me, I don't even know where the hell I am half the time!
Noman the Golgothan: Not born. SHIT into existence.
Loki: Church laws are fallible because they're created by man.
Bartleby: I cant believe we forgot about the magazine.
Loki: I can spot a commandment-breaker a mile away.
Rufus: The Man loved being human. Probably why He was so good at it.
Loki: You're looking at eons of repression getting purged. If only they'd let us jerk off.
Jay: So do you do anal? Is it true that chicks fart if you blast 'em in the ass?
Metatron: Behold the Metatron. Herald of the Almighty and voice of the one true God.
Jay: I fell in love wit chew. We fell in love wit chew.
Bartleby: I'm going to have to start off by apologizing for my friend, he has a penchant for the dramatic.
Loki: So, Jay tells us you're gonna sleep with him.
Jay: I get it! Holy Bartender! That's a great one!
Loki: Who makes out with their wife?
Bartleby: "I do believe in this." What does that mean?
Jay: Smoke that motherfucker like it aint no thang!
Jay: You want to hear something sick? I got half a stock when she kissed me.
So... does that mean Bethany's... part black?
Jay: Smoke that motherfucker like it ain't no thang.
Bartleby: Quit leering at me. People are gonna think I just broke up with you.
Jay: No wonder he saw Jesus. Homey's rockin' the ganj.
Jay: Hey Big Bird? Wanna play the Counting Game? Count the shells Sucker Duck!
Jay: If we're not gonna fuck, then what the fuck did you ask us out for?
Rufus: I'm supposed to be in it. I was the thirteenth apostle.
Rufus: Let me give you a little inside information about God
Jay: Fuck, man, I think this shit just kicked in.
Bartleby: Mr. McGee, don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.
Jay: That's what you get, Mother fucker!
Jay: His piece will be rubbing inside of your armor!
Rufus: You know death is a worry of the living. The dead like myself only worry about decay and necrophiliacs.
Jay: Sonny, let me make a deal wit ya.
Jay: Hahaha, Holy Bartender! I get it! That's a great one.
Priest: Well, now please rise for the recession of faith.
Rufus: Hey, man, back in the old days with J.C., we used to walk everywhere. Did you ever hear of a fat apostle?
Metatron: You people. If there isn't a movie about it, it's not worth knowing, is it?
Azrael: No pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater... than central air.
Jay: I feel like I'm Han Solo, and you're Chewie, and she's Ben Kenobi, and we're in that fucked-up bar.
Metatron: Good Lord, the little stoner's got a point.
Rufus: What He really hates is the shit that gets carried out in his name. Wars. Bigotry. Televangelism.
Hospital P. A.: I repeat, this is not a drill. This is the apocalypse. Please exit the hospital in an orderly fashion. Thank you.
Jay: The whole fucking world's against us, dude, I swear to God.
Serendipity: Leave it to the Catholics to destroy existence.
Jay: Snootch to the motherfuckin' nootch!
Metatron: Anyone who isn't dead or from another plane of existence would do well to cover their ears right about now.
Loki: Whose house? Run's house! I said whose house? Run's house! who's house say what run's house say what Martin! Martin!
Bethany: What's he like? Metatron: God? Lonely. But funny. He's got a great sense of humor. Take sex for example. There's nothing funnier than the ridiculous faces you people make mid-coitus. Bethany: Sex is a joke in heaven? Metatron: The way I understand it, it's mostly a joke down here, too.
Nun: Let me get this straight: you don't believe in God because of "Alice in Wonderland"? Loki: No, "Through the Looking Glass". That poem, "The Walrus and the Carpenter," that's an indictment of organized religion. The walrus, with his girth and his good nature, he obviously represents either Buddha, or, or with his tusks, the Hindu elephant god, Lord Ganesha. That takes care of your Eastern religions. Now the carpenter, which is an obvious reference to Jesus Christ, who was raised a carpenter's son, he represents the Western religions. Now in the poem, what do they do? What do they do? They, they dupe all these oysters into following them and then proceed to shuck and devour the helpless creatures en masse. I don't know what that says to you, but to me it says that following these faiths based on mythological figures ensures the destruction of one's inner being. Organized religion destroys who we are by inhibiting our actions, by inhibiting our decisions out of, out of fear of some, some intangible parent figure who, who shakes a finger at us from thousands of years ago and says, and says, "Do it... do it and I'll fuckin' spank you." Bartleby: Bartleby: Oh, geez... Nun: The way you put it... I never really thought about it like that before. What have I been doing with my life? What am I... Loki: Yeah, I know. Listen, my advice to you: you take this money that you've been collecting for your parish, go get yourself a nice dress, you know? Fix yourself up. Find some man, find some woman, that you can connect with, even for a moment, 'cause that's really all that life is, Sister. It's a series of moments. Why don't you seize yours? Loki: That-a girl. Ah. Bartleby: You know, here's what I don't get about you. You know for a fact that there is a God. You've been in His presence. He's spoken to you personally. Yet I just heard you claim to be an atheist. Loki: I just like to fuck with the clergy, man. I just love it, I love to keep those guys on their toes.
Rufus: He still digs humanity, but it bothers Him to see the shit that gets carried out in His name - wars, bigotry, televangelism. But especially the factioning of all the religions. He said humanity took a good idea and, like always, built a belief structure on it. Bethany: Having beliefs isn't good? Rufus: I think it's better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier...
Bethany: Wait a minute. Christ. You know Christ? Rufus: Knew him? Shit, nigga owes me 12 bucks!
Metatron: I am to charge you with a holy crusade. Bethany: For the record, I work in an abortion clinic. Metatron: Noah was a drunk. Look what he accomplished. And no one's even asking you to build an ark. All you have to do is go to New Jersey, and visit a small church on a very important day. Bethany: New Jersey? That doesn't sound like much of a crusade. Metatron: Aside from the fine print, that's it. Bethany: What's the fine print? Metatron: Stopacoupleofangelsfromenteringandthusnegatingallexistence. Bethany: Wait, wait, wait. Repeat that. Metatron: Stop a couple of angels from entering and thus negating all existence. I hate when people need it spelled out for them.
Bethany: I don't mean to sound ungrateful... but what are you doing hanging around? Jay: We're here to pick up chicks. Bethany: Excuse me? Jay: We figure an abortion clinic is a good place to meet loose women. Why else would they be there unless they like to fuck?
Bartleby: You are responsible for raising an icon which draws worship from the Lord. You have broken the first commandment. Not only that, I'm afraid not a one of you passes for a decent human being. Your continued existence is a mockery of morality. Like you, Mr. Burton. Last year cheated on your wife of 17 years 8 times. You even had sex with her best friend while you were supposed to be home watching the kids. Loki: In the bed that you and your wife share, no less. Bartleby: Mr. Newman - you got your girlfriend drunk at last year's Christmas party and then paid a kid from the mail room to have sex with her while she was passed out, just so you could break up with her guilt-free when she sobbingly confessed in the morning. She killed herself two months later. Mr. Brace disowned his gay son. Very compassionate, Mr. Brace. Mr. Ray put his mother in a third-rate nursing home and then used the profits from the sale of her home to buy an oriental rug for himself. Heavens. Mr. Barker flew to Thailand on the company account to have sex with an eleven year old boy. Mr. Holtzman okayed the production of Mooby Dolls from materials he knew to be toxic and unsafe, because it was - survey says? - less costly. Bartleby: You, on the other hand, are an innocent. You lead a good life. Good for you. But you, Mr. Whitland, you have more skeletons in your closet than the rest of this assembled party. I cannot even mention them aloud. Loki: You're his father, you sick fuck.
Rufus: I'm telling you, man, this ceremony is a big mistake. Cardinal Glick: The Catholic Church does not make mistakes. Rufus: Please. What about the Church's silent consent to the slave trade? Bethany: And its platform of noninvolvement during the Holocaust? Cardinal Glick: All right, mistakes were made.
Liz: You're Catholic, can't you talk to them? Bethany: They hate me more than you. At least you have an excuse, you're Jewish, you don't know any better. Liz: I don't think they'd accept that one, we used that one already when we killed Christ.
Bartleby: Don't... See, don't let your sympathies get the best of you, they did me once. Scion or not, she's still just a human, and by passing through that arch, our sins are forgiven, no harm, no foul. Loki: My God... I've heard a rant like this before. Bartleby: What did you say? Loki: I've heard a rant like this before. Bartleby: Don't you fucking do that to me! Loki: You sound like the Morning star. Bartleby: You shut your fucking mouth! Loki: You do! You sound like Lucifer, man! You've fucking lost it! You're not talking about going home, Bartleby, you're talking about fucking *war* on *God* Well, *fuck* that! I have seen what happens to the proud when they take on the Throne! I'm going back to Wisconsin Bartleby: We're going home, Loki. And no one, not you, not even the Almighty Himself, is gonna make that otherwise.
Rufus: You are the great great great GREAT great grand-niece of Jesus Christ. Jay: So that would make Bethany... part black?
Cardinal Glick: Fill them pews, people, that's the key. Grab the little ones as well. Hook 'em while they're young. Rufus: Kind of like the tobacco industry? Cardinal Glick: Christ, if only we had their numbers.
Jay: Get offa me. I wanna see what's up. What the fuck is this shit? Who the fuck are you, lady? Why the fuck did you hug my head? Metatron: Quite a little mouth on him, isn't there? Jay: What the fuck is this, The Piano? Why ain't this broad talking? Metatron: I believe the answers that you seek lie within my companion's eyes. Jay: What the fuck does that mean? Has everyone gone fuckin' nuts? What the fuck happened to that guy's head? I want some...
