Tim Sullivan: They? There is no they, we are they..
Tim: I burned all the skin off my hands. I can barely curl my fingers now.
Francis Doyle: There goes your sex life.
Tim: Risk leads to greatness.
Naturalist: That's a very thoughtful question.
Sister Assumpta: But make no mistake, the culprits will be fingered. I will finger the culprits.
Tim: Are you with me here, altar boy?