Marty: um, Revival Ministry, old-time religion. You can imagine what Mr. Charisma thought of that.

Preacher: It is merely the limitation of your senses. [bad word]  What do you think the average IQ of this group is, huh?

M: Can you see Texas up there on your high horse? What do you know about these people?

R: Just observation and deduction. I see a propensity for obesity, poverty, a yen for fairy tales, folks putting what few bucks they do have into little, wicker baskets being passed around. I think it's safe to say that nobody here is gonna be splitting the atom, Marty.

M: You see that? Your [bad word] attitude. Not everybody want to sit alone in a empty room beating off to murder manuals. Some folks [bad word]  [bad word] good.

R: Yeah? Well, if [bad word] good has got to make up fairy tales, then it's not good for anybody.

P: Your sorrows pin you to this place. They divide you from what your heart knows, and there are a lot of good hearts out there. I'm looking out there. I'm seeing a lot of good hearts out there. I see a lot of joy out there.

M: I mean, can you imagine if people didn't believe, what things they'd get up to?

R: Exact same thing they do now, just out in the open.

M: Bull... [bad word]  It'd be a [bad word] freak show of murder and debauchery, and you know it.

R: If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then, brother, that person is a piece of [bad word]  and I'd like to get as many of them out in the open as possible.

M: I guess your judgment is infallible piece-of [bad word] wise. Do you think that notebook is a stone tablet?

R: What's it say about life, hmm, you got to get together, tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe just to get through the [bad word] day? No. What's that say about your reality, Marty?

M: When you get to talking like this, you sound panicked.

Detective: You figure it's all a scam, huh, all them folks?

R: Mm-hmm.

D: They just wrong?

R: Oh, yeah. Been that way since one monkey looked at the sun and told the other monkey, "He said for you to give me, your [bad word] share." People so [bad word] frail they'd rather put a coin in a wishing well than buy dinner.

P: Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Your arms open and close. The echoes of my life could never contain a single [bad word] about You. You move the feather in the ash. You touch the leaf with its flame. - Amen! - Amen.

R: Transference of fear and self-loathing to an authoritarian vessel. It's catharsis. He absorbs their dread with his narrative. Because of this, he's effective in proportion to the amount of certainty he can project.

- Yeah! - Yeah!
- Yeah.

R: Certain linguistic anthropologists think that religion is a language [bad word] that rewrites pathways in the brain, dulls critical thinking.

M: Well, I don't use $10 words as much as you, but for a guy who sees no point in existence, you sure fret about it an awful lot, and you still sound panicked.

R: At least I'm not racing to a red light.