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| Run for your life, Father! The bombs are dropping all over the Santa Sede...! The Holy See... Le Saint-Siège! (What nationality ARE you, you dumba$$...???). | |
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| Now, now, Sister Anorexia - there is no cause to alarm ourselves; we are Roman Catholics, not Gauls! We do not fear the sky falling on our heads... now do we? | |
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| The worst thing about it - from MY point of view that is - is that I will be blasted to smithereens momentarily - and I never had one good roll in the hay! | |
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| I would help you there - but I am allergic to hay... Besides, there is no time - not even for a quickie! | |
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| Hey - you are not the Pope - I am the Pope! Capisce? No Anti-Popes allowed on my turf - during my reign! Or I will have your kneecaps removed - La Famiglia style! | |
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| Yes sir! I could tell immediately you were The Man around here - you look paler than the marble! I was just passing by anyway - lost my way in the off-season, again... | |
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