Martin: No, Rose. The Lord Almighty. All these years of wondering and-and hurting. But now, by His bringing us together, I believe He's forgiven me.
Rose: My mother, did you love her?
Martin: Yes, very, very much. But then the abbot found out.
Rose: Bud Abbott?
Martin: Sure'd be nice if you got one of these right. No, Rose, the abbot. He told me I had to choose between the church and your mother. I chose God. I think I have His forgiveness. Now, more than anything, I'd like your forgiveness.
Rose: I don't know. Lime Jell-O with pears or fresh lemon meringue pie?
Martin: Pie.
Rose: We don't have any. We never did. Now we're even.