Sophia Quote #465
Quote from Sophia in Forgive Me, Father
Sophia: I thought I heard voices. Now I see that only two of them are God-fearing.
Dorothy: Ma, will you get off my back, I feel bad enough.
Sophia: You? What about me? Eighty-one-years I've eaten fish on Friday, even when the Pope told me I didn't have to. I go to Mass, I light candles, and for what? So it could all be flushed down the toilet, because my daughter insists on going out with Father Happy Pants.
Dorothy: Ma, you're not making it any easier.
Sophia: Look, Dorothy, in the end, only you can decide what's right for you. And whatever decision it is, I'll stand by you.
Dorothy: Thanks, Ma.
Sophia: Just remember, make the wrong decision, you'll burn in hell forever. Sleep tight, pussycat.
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Quote from Blanche
Blanche: I know what I'm talking about because I was in a very similar situation once. He was a man of the cloth. Totally dedicated to his vocation or so he said, but his eyes told me he was dedicated to me. We both knew it was wrong and we fought our feelings with every bone in our hot, longing, writhing bodies. Finally, it was just too much for us and we gave up and checked into a Best Western.
Dorothy: You had an affair with a priest?
Blanche: Priest? I didn't say he was a priest. I said he was "a man of the cloth". He was a fabric salesman. You know, we never made love again after that, but he did cover my La-Z-Boy for free.
Quote from Blanche
Dorothy: I don't think I can do it.
Blanche: Oh, Dorothy, of course you can. Look here, now you be Frank. I'll be you. OK? Why, Frank, you know I've been thinking, this is the third Saturday of our relationship and I don't even know what you like to eat. Why don't you come over for dinner this Saturday night and let me find out what whets your appetite.
Dorothy: And what are you serving for dessert, Blanche, penicillin?
Quote from Blanche
Frank: Good evening.
Blanche: ... ... Good evening, Father. My, my, this must be an important cause. Don't you usually make the nuns ask for money? I'll get my purse.
Frank: I'm Frank. I'm here to see Dorothy.
Blanche: ... You're the hunk? I mean Forgive me, Father. That is, forgive my language, not in your official capacity. I'm not even a Catholic. I'm a Baptist and you can't forgive us Baptists. Sweet Jesus, why am I babbling? I meant that in all due reverence. I never take the Lord's name in vain. Oh, God, now I'm lying to a priest.