Hal: All right, what we're gonna do is sneak this stuff back into the church, and no-one will ever know this happened.
Reese: You know, the church just left us alone with all that stuff. I think it was entrapment!
Hal: Reese, I don't want to hear any more excuses! [engine splutters] Oh, damn!
Dewey: It's God, he found us.
Hal: It's not God, Dewey. It's just my crappy car. Although, in a larger sense, I suppose he could have helped out my career a bit from time to time, thrown a promotion my way once in a while. So you're right, maybe it is God!
Malcolm: Hey, I don't want to scare anyone, but this is the street Mom takes home from work, and she finishes work in ten minutes.