Brando: What do you want, father?

Father Jacobs: Your confession. Also, you’re double parked, and I need the space.

Brando: Tell it to Jesus. If you want, I can deliver you to him.

Father Jacobs: Is that your solution for everything? Violence?

You know who the pistols are. In fact, there’s one of them right in this room. We all know who he is. But we’re afraid to say his name. And why? Because he’ll shoot us? Well, that’s probably a pretty good reason. But that’s my parking space and he has no right to take it!