(Ted is having a pleasant dream when Dougal wakes him up)
[startled] Wah! What?! What?!
[holding out a bag of peanuts] Would you like a peanut?
A peanut? You woke me up to offer me a peanut?! God, Dougal!
(Ted falls asleep and starts dreaming again. He is running terrified down a hill, being chased by giant peanuts)
Well, it's not before time Father. I always thought you were one of the best priests in the country.
Thank you very much Mrs Doyle. One of the best? Or maybe the best? Hahaha, go on Mrs Doyle! Honestly, would you say I'm the best priest in the country at the moment?
If you don't think I'm the best priest in the country, just say so. I honestly won't mind!
I'd say you might be... the second best!
[Contrary to his previous statement, Father Ted looks very disappointed]
No, it's alright! I'm not the best priest in the country, I'm only the second best. There's somebody better than me, apparently.
Well, Father, I was just thinking of those priests who work in very poor areas.
Oh yeah, of course, those lads! Father Archbishop Desmond Tutu and the likes!
Well, I think Archbishop Tutu is a Protestant man!
[Both laugh]
Hahaha, oh right! Oh great! So a Protestant is better than me.
[Mrs Doyle tries to console Ted]
No, no no, there's no need to continue this, I'm not the best, I'm just the second best. Apparently the Golden Cleric is a runner-up prize. Well, I'm so sorry! Obviously I'm just an idiot! Obviously I can't even say Mass properly!
NO! Don't take it back! THAT'S what you said! You said I wasn't the best priest in the country! That's fine! I just wanted to know where I stand. Obviously now I'm just going to have to jack it in.
I'm leaving the priesthood!
NO! I am going to write a letter to Bishop Brennan asking for early retirement and maybe when I go, you can ask the other priest; "Father Peter Perfect, the Perfect Priest" to come here and you can work for him since he's obviously such a great priest!
Father, while you were out for your walk, we had a phone call. I think you were supposed to do a funeral today...
[horrified] The funeral! I completely forgot all about it!
It's alright! Father McGuire said he'd do it.
[calming down] That's ok so... [realises what she said and panics] DOUGAL'S DOING A FUNERAL! YOU LET DOUGAL DO A FUNERAL!
[cut to a cemetery, where the hearse is sticking out of the open grave, and on fire, with the coffin propped up against it. Paramedics help the funeralgoers to safety, while a soot-faced undertaker glares at Dougal]
[the hearse explodes in a massive fireball]
[Mrs Doyle is trying to guess the name of a priest who is attending the Golden Cleric award ceremony]
Father Desmond Coyle. [priest shakes head] Father George Byrne? Father David Nicholson? Father Declan Lynch?
PPriest
I'll give you a clue.
NO CLUES!! I'll get it in a second. Father Ken Sweeney? Father Neil Hannon? Father Keith Cullen? Father Ciaran Donnelly? Father Mick McEvoy? Father Jack White?
[fade out and back in; Mrs Doyle still guessing]
Father Henry Bigbigging? Father Hank Tree? Father Hiroshima Twinkie? Father Stig Bubblecard? Father Johnny Hellzapoppin’? Father Luke Duke? Father Billy Fury? Father Chewy Louie? Father John Hoop? Father Hairycake Lynam? Father Rabulah Conundrum? Father Peewee Stairmaster? Father Tighthead Lips? Father Jemima Ractoole? Father Jerry Twig? Father Spodo Komodo? Father Cannabranna Lammer? Father Todd Unctious?
PPriest (Father Todd Unctious)
YES! Well done!
[Mrs Doyle looks very pleased with herself]