- 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.
- 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!
- Idaho: Aw, to heck with the Monsignor. We're leavin' this money for Dysmas. We're callin' it his cut.
- Slim: You know, I've never been up so early in my life. The city looks queer, like it ain't finished.
- Uncle Clete: If you keep on bein' tricky like this, we're gonna lock you up fer a week, incommuni... endo!
- Harrihan: Nothing about Father Dan makes the least sense to me, nor to the rest of the police department, I might add.
- Idaho: If you give Father Dan his old job back, we'll walk the old chalk, pious as a corpse. We show results.
- Mrs. McKenzie: That St. Dysmas is a powerful saint.
- Father Dan: And as the boys say, he sure can boot in the winners.