Father Damien Karras: [sees Father Merrin dead on Regan's bed and gently moves him on the floor] Regan MacNeil: [looks at Karras and Merrrin] Father Damien Karras: [beats with great force on Merrin's breast, checks whether he can hear Merrin's heartb...
Father Merrin: I cast you out! Unclean spirit! Demon: Shove it up your ass, you faggot! Father Merrin: In the Name of our Lord Jesus Christ! It is he who commands you! It is he who flung you from the gates of Heaven to the depths of Hell! Demon: Fuck...
Regan MacNeil: Mother? What's wrong with me? Chris MacNeil: It's just like the doctor said. It's nerves, and that's all. You just take your pills and you'll be fine, really. Okay?
Regan MacNeil: But ya like him. Chris MacNeil: Of course I like him. I like pizzas too, but I'm not gonna marry one.
Demon: Lick me, lick me!
Demon: Keep away. The sow is mine.
Demon: You killed your mother! You left her alone to die! Bastard! Father Damien Karras: Shut up!
Subway Vagrant: Father, could you help an old altar boy? I'm Cat'lick.
[2000 version] Father Merrin: [on his way to begin the exorcism] What is your daughter's middle name, Mrs. MacNeil? Chris MacNeil: Teresa. Father Merrin: What a lovely name.
[first lines] Boy: [in Arabic] They've found something... small pieces.
Demon: Your mother's in here, Karras. Would you like to leave a message? I'll see that she gets it.
[2000 version] Chris MacNeil: Well, give me an example. Like what specifically did she say? Dr. Klein: Specifically, Mrs. MacNeil, she advised me to "keep my fingers away from her goddamned cunt."
[Regan, possessed, is masturbating with a crucifix] Demon: Let Jesus fuck you, let Jesus fuck you. Let him fuck you.
Father Damien Karras: It's my mother, Tom. She's alone. I never should have left her. At least in New York, I'd be near, I'd be closer. Tom, President of University: Could see about a transfer, Damien. Father Damien Karras: I need re-assignment, Tom....
Chris MacNeil: You show me Regan's double, same face, same voice, everything. And I'd know it wasn't Regan. I'd know in my gut. And I'm telling you that 'thing' upstairs isn't my daughter. Now, I want you to tell me that you know for a fact that ther...
Father Dyer: My idea of Heaven is a solid white nightclub with me as a headliner for all eternity, and they *love* me.
Dr. Klein: Do you keep any drugs in your house? Chris MacNeil: No, of course not, nothing like that. Dr. Klein: Are you sure? Chris MacNeil: Well, of course I'm sure. I'd tell you. Christ, I don't even smoke grass.
Burke Dennings: Tell me, was it public relations you did for the Gestapo or community relations? Karl: I'm Swiss! Burke Dennings: Oh, of course. And you never went bowling with Goebbels before either, I suppose? Nazi bastard.
