Reverend Harmony: Rufus... he's the man. Reverend Harmony: [to Rufus] Who was that you used to play for? Rufus: Rufus Thomas. Reverend Harmony: Rufus Thomas... Reverend Harmony: [to Bride] Rufus Thomas. Rufus: I was a Drell. I was a Drifter. I was a ...
Reverend Barney Hood: Radiation. That's an unfortunate dispensation. David Sumner: Surely is. Yes, indeed. Reverend Barney Hood: As long as it's not another bomb. [beat] Reverend Barney Hood: You're a scientist - can you deny the responsibility? Davi...
Reverend Clement Hedges: To kill such a creature will require nerves of steel and... a bullet! [lightning strikes] Lord Victor Quartermaine: A bullet? [lightning strikes] Reverend Clement Hedges: A bullet! [lightning strikes] Lord Victor Quartermaine...
Nicholas Angel: I may not be a man of God, Reverend, but I know right and I know wrong and I have the good grace to know which is which. Reverend Philip Shooter: Oh, fuck off, grasshopper. [Reverend Shooter pulls out a pair of derringers from his cas...
Reverend Barney Hood: And now for my next trick, the piece de resistance, I present to you an empty glass. I will now fill this glass with milk. Chris Cawsey: Would it work better with whiskey, Vicar? Reverend Barney Hood: Nothing works better with w...
[as the townspeople point guns at Bart, the newly arrived sheriff] Reverend Johnson: Gentlemen, gentlemen, allow not hatred to rule the day. [holds up his Bible] Reverend Johnson: As your spiritual leader, I implore you to pay heed to this good book ...
Reverend Clement Hedges: Hello? Is anyone there? [Were-Rabbit lets out an enormous belch] Reverend Clement Hedges: Mrs. Mulch?
Ethan: Well Reverend, looks like you've got yourself surrounded. Reverend Clayton: Yeah and I figure on getting myself unsurrounded.
Lord Victor Quartermaine: Vicar! Vicar! Oh, where the devil is he? Reverend Clement Hedges: Do you want to confess? Lord Victor Quartermaine: I want to talk to you about... The beast. [lightning strikes] Reverend Clement Hedges: Everything you need t...
Reverend Clayton: Ethan, I gotta ask you and Martin to take a ride to State Capital. Ethan: Is this an invite to a necktie party, Reverend?
Reverend Johnson: We will now read from Matthew, Mark, Luke... [stick of dynamite sails in through window] Reverend Johnson: ... and DUCK.
[Brad Jorgenson takes a small boulder and attempts to crush the skull of a dead Comanche warrior] Reverend Clayton: Jorgenson! Ethan: Why don't you finish the job? [shoots out the eyes of the Comanche warrior] Reverend Clayton: What good did that do ...
2nd Lt. Greenhill: Can't I stay? Please? Reverend Clayton: Oh, all right. But you watch me, boy! I'm the hardcase you're up against out here, not them childish savages! And if you don't hear my first holler, you better read my mind 'cause I don't aim...
[while standing at the entrance to the Triple Rock church watching the service with much dancing and Hallelujah choruses, a heavenly light shines down on Jake and he has an epiphany] Jake: The band? The band. Reverend Cleophus James: DO YOU SEE THE L...
Let no man pull you so low as to hate him.
[after both of Victor's shots miss] Lord Victor Quartermaine: [Grabbing the Reverend] Quick! I need another gold bullet! Reverend Clement Hedges: They don't come cheap, you know!
[Reverend Clayton delivers a prayer at the Edwards' funeral for Aaron, Martha, and Ben] Ethan: Put an amen to it! Reverend Clayton: I ain't finished yet. Ethan: There's no more time for praying! AMEN!
[Nick is being introduced to the NWA for the first time and expresses his religious convictions to Reverend Shooter] Reverend Philip Shooter: Oh, you're an agnostic, then? Dr. Robin Hatcher: [calling out] I think I've got a cream for that!
Reverend Cleophus James: And now, people... And now, people... When I woke up this mornin', I heard a distubin' sound. I said When I woke up this mornin', I heard a disturbin' sound! What I heard was the jingle-jangle of a thousand lost souls! I'm ta...
Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.
The door of Reverend Verringer’s impressive manse is opened by an elderly female with a face like a pine plank; the Reverend is unmarried, and has need of an irreproachable housekeeper. Simon is ushered into the library. It is so self-consciously t...
