Pastor, Butcher and others in “Unfinished Business”

I'm–I'm not really sure what you're saying, son.

I'm sayin' that if there is some geezer up there with a big white beard, he's a world heavyweight cunt.

What?

I–I'm sorry, did you just call God a c-word?

Yeah. He's got a hard-on for mass murder and givin' kids cancer, and his big 'ol answer to the existential clusterfuck that is humanity is to nail his own bleedin' son to a plank. That is a cunt move. Come on, even you gotta agree with me here.

Hey, hey, hey. Please…

We should lob a fuckin' nuke at him, get it over and done with. Y'know what I'm saying?

[to the pastor] We're sorry, sir. We apologize. [to Butcher] My man…

Alright. Good talk. Think about it. I'm here all day, alright?

You mind pipin' it down just a little bit, huh?

Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to offend your inner black Baptist mum shoutin', "Praise the Lord."

Fuck you. I'm Episcopalian. And there's nothing wrong with havin' a little church up in you, you know?

Said the bishop to the nun. What about you, Hughie? D'you believe in God?

Hughie

I mean, I don't know.

What? Come off it.

Hughie

Yeah, I don't know. I don't think it's Morgan Freeman up there or anything, but it can't all be random chaos.