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Father Ted is a situation comedy produced by Hat Trick Productions for the UK's Channel 4 and written by Arthur Mathews and Graham Linehan. It aired over three series from 21 April 1995 until 1 May 1998.

Series 1[edit]

Good Luck, Father Ted[edit]

(After Dougal pretends to be on Top of the Pops using the screen from the broken TV.)
Father Jack: How did that gobshite get on the television?!

Mrs Doyle: Who's for tea?
Father Jack: Tea?! Feck!
Mrs Doyle: Now... (pouring Jack a cup of tea) ... and what do you say to a cup?
Father Jack: Feck off, cup!!!

(Dougal struggles to remember his prayers.)
Father Dougal: Our Father, who art in heaven...
Father Ted: (sternly) Hallowed.
Father Dougal: Hallowed be thy...
Father Ted: Name!
Father Dougal: Papa don't preach...
Father Ted: Dougal, you know you can praise God in other ways.
Father Dougal: Oh yeah, like that time you told me I could praise him just by leaving the room.
Father Ted: Yes, that was a good one all right.

(As Dougal and Ted attempt to sleep.)
Father Dougal: Knock, knock!
Father Ted: Who's there?
Father Dougal: Father Dougal McGuire.
Father Ted: Good night Dougal!

Tom:(With "I Shot JR" on T Shirt: Hello Father!
Father Ted: Hello Tom. Tele Eireann, did you show them here?
Tom: I did, yeah. But they filmed a bit of the Island first. They'll be back soon.
Father Ted: Right, I'll just wait in the field.
Tom: Father?
Father Ted: Yes, Tom?
Tom: I've killed a man.
Father Ted: (nonchalantly) Did you, Tom? I'll have to talk to you about that later. I'm going to do an interview for the television!

Terry (On the phone to Ted): Where is Craggy Island?. We can't find it on any maps.
Ted (smiling): Oh no, it wouldn't be on any maps. We're not exactly New York! No, the best way to find it is to head out from Galway and go slightly north until you see the English boats with the nuclear symbol. They go very close to the island when dumping the old 'glow-in-the-dark'.

Father Dougal: Come on, Ted. Sure it's no more peculiar than all that stuff we learned in the seminary, you know, Heaven and Hell and everlasting life and all that type of thing. You're not meant to take it seriously, Ted!

(As Ted and Dougal watch Dougal on the newly repaired TV.)
Father Jack: That gobshite again! Is he never off the air?! (hurls glass bottle at the television.)

Mary: Titface! Y'have a face like a pair of tits!
John: At least that's one pair between us.

Father Dougal: They have horse riding as well. I remember I did it last year. Well it wasn't really a horse, it was actually this ol' fella. He couldn't go very fast so I had to hit him with the whip a few times.
Father Ted: How old was he?
Father Dougal: I'd say he was about 80.
Father Ted: And how long were you up on him?
Father Dougal: About an hour?
Father Ted: So you were up on an 80-year-old man's back for 60 minutes, whipping him around the place. Do you realise that image will stay with me for the rest of my life?

Entertaining Father Stone[edit]

Father Ted: It's like asking the Holy Mother to stop appearing to schoolgirls at Ballinspittle.""

Father Ted: Old women are closer to God than we'll ever be. They get to that age and they don't need the operator anymore. They've got the direct line.

Father Ted: Father, are you awake? (Jack wakes up to see Ted covered in a rugby outfit and a crash helmet.
Father Ted: Father, we have a visitor.
Father Jack:(Later, Jack punches Ted out of the window.) Feck Off!

Father Ted: That would be quite common you know. The favourite son would become a doctor and then the idiot brother would be sent off to the priesthood.
Father Dougal: Your brother is a doctor isn't he?
Father Ted: Yes he is.

Dermot Stone: Terrible is the word, Father. I tell you Father, terrible is too small a word, and you just look what you've done to your mother you lazy little bastard, you're useless! Now Father I'm sorry for him causing you all this trouble. God forgive me for saying this, but wouldn't it have been better if he had been killed!

Father Ted: [As Jack is wheeled past on a gurney] There he is. What's today's emergency, Doctor?
Doctor: We're not sure. I think it's a combination of Babycham and Harpic!

The Passion of St Tibulus[edit]

Bishop Brennan: Well, I hope you're not doing too much damage here, huh? Jack, are you behaving yourself?
Father Jack: Feck off!
Bishop Brennan: What did you say?! [stands up]
Father Ted: Your Grace, what brings you to these parts? Thinking of sending us back to our parishes?
Bishop Brennan: Fat chance! You're here until I tell you otherwise! You think I'd let Jack back into a normal parish after the wedding he did in Athlone, huh?! [Jack grins lecherously and drools]
Father Ted: Yes, but surely I'm alright.
Bishop Brennan: No, no, no, you are here until all of that money is accounted for.
Father Ted: I don't know what happened to that money-!
Bishop Brennan: Enough! You went to Las Vegas, whilst that poor child was supposed to be in Lourdes! [he moves to Dougal] And as for this...cabbage! The mere idea of letting him back into the real world, after the Blackrock incident...
Father Ted: Yes, that was unfortunate!
Bishop Brennan: The amount of peoples' lives irreparably damaged!
Dougal: They were only nuns.
Bishop Brennan: Nuns are people too! My God, the strings I had to pull to stop the Vatican getting involved! I do not want to talk about it! I just want to get this film business over and done with!
Father Ted: Film? What film?
Bishop Brennan: This blasphemous film, "The Passion of St. Tibulus". Now, His Holiness has banned it, but because of some loophole, the bloody thing's being shown on this godforsaken dump!
Dougal: Oh yes, that's right. Is it any good, do you know?
Bishop Brennan: I don't care if it's any good; all I know is we have to be seen to be taking a stand against it. I have been brought back from my holiday in California to sort it out! And that's where you and Larry and Moe come in.
Father Ted: What do you mean?
Bishop Brennan: Well, I know that normally you couldn't organise a nun shoot in a nunnery, but despite that, it's up to you to make the Church's position clear. Make some kind of a protest at the cinema; even you should be able to manage that!
Dougal: Oh, thanks very much.
Bishop Brennan: Listen, this is very serious. Don't make a balls of it, right? I'll be in touch.
Father Ted: Bishop, this isn't really my area.
Bishop Brennan: Nothing is your area, Crilly. You do not have an area. Unless it is some sort of play area, with sandcastles, and buckets, and spades! Now do what you're told, right?!?

Michael: Now we have a real treat in store for all you fans of French cinema.
Old Woman: Is it subtitled?
Michael: Pardon?
Old Woman: Is it subtitled or is it dubbed?
Michael: Subtitled
Old Woman: Ah Jaysus! (leaves)

Father Ted: Down with this sort of thing!
Dougal: Careful now!

Dougal: Do you remember that bit when St. Tibulus, he tried to take that banana off the other lad?
Father Ted: That wasn't a banana, Dougal.

Bishop Brennan:(Looking inside the parochial House and spots Father Jack, asleep in his armchair.)Jack, what the hell are you doing here? Why aren't you at the film?
Father Jack: Feck off!
Bishop Brennan: What?!What did you say?(Jack looks at him smiling innocently.)

Bishop Brennan: People are coming from all over the country to see the film! They're even coming from Gdańsk to see the film!

Bishop Brennan: Right, now I think it would be best for ye three to continue your careers as priests-cum-film promoters outside my jurisdiction! Now Ted, I thought you might like to go to America. What part, do you reckon?
Father Ted: Um...Las Vegas?
Bishop Brennan: Oh, I'm sorry Ted, I meant South America. Ah, there's a lovely little island, off the coast of Surinam and, [starts laughing hysterically] they have a couple of tribes there- you're going to love this!- and they have been knocking the shit out of each other since 1907! And we have never found the right man to bring them to gether in the spirit of Christian harmony, but I think that you, Ted, are the man!
Father Ted: [discomforted] Well, thanks very much-!
Bishop Brennan: No need to thank me- by the way, do you know how to make arrows?

Bishop Brennan: Now then, Jack, where are we gonna send you?
Father Ted: Bishop, I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Bishop Brennan: You shut up. Jack! Jack! Wake up!
Father Jack: [punches Bishop Brennan in the face] FECK OFF!

Competition Time[edit]

(From the quiz show which Henry Sellers hosts)

Henry Sellers: What is the capital of the UK? Is it (a), New York, (b), London (he nods unsubtly), or (c), Munich?


Henry Sellers: I'll give you a clue: you live there.

(Contestant #1 rings here buzzer)

Contestant #1: Oh sorry, I leant on the buzzer by accident.
Henry Sellers: Okay, moving on. A stitch in time saves how many?

(Contestant #1 rings)

Contestant #1: Oops, sorry!
Contestant #2: London?

Sergeant Deegan: God, this reminds me of Vietnam.
Father Ted: Were you in Vietnam, sergeant?
Sergeant Deegan: Ah, no no, I mean, you know, the films.

Henry Sellers: Oh what a shower of bastards!
Father Dunne: Oh Lord Ted!, why did you give him a drink?
Father Ted: I didn't know this would happen!
Father Dunne: That's why they sacked him from that programme, he's a terrible alcoholic and he's been on the wagon now for a year, Oh my god Ted!
Father Ted: How was I supposed to know?
Henry Sellers: Sack me!, Sack me! I made the BBC! (sobs) I made it!
Father Ted: Henry, maybe if you have a rest you'll feel better?
Henry Sellers: Get away from me, priest!
Father Ted: Perhaps it's time to go to bed!
Father Ted: (After Henry kicks television) Good man there's nothing on anyway!
Henry Sellers: Do you want a fight?! Bloody priests, sanctimonious scumbags!
Father Ted: Absolutely!
Henry Sellers: Made my life a bloody misery!
Father Ted: Sorry about that are you sure you don't want to go to bed, we could stay up a bit longer perhaps!
Henry Sellers: Oh I'm fed up of you bastards! I'm getting outta here don't you try and stop me (smashes through window)
Father Dougal: It's true what they say isn't it, you should never meet your heroes, you'll only be disappointed!

Henry Sellers: Oh well, since I didn't humiliate myself too much last time, I might as well have a glass of champagne. Cheers!
Father Ted: Henry, no!
[Henry drinks the glass of champagne in one gulp]
Henry Sellers: Mmm! Don't worry, Father. Sure, if I can't celebrate tonight, then when can I, the bastards! What the hell is going on here, how dare they do this to me?! How dare they sack me! I'm Henry Sellers! I'm Henry Sellers!
[Henry throws himself out of the window, and the sound of his voice trails off]
Father Ted: Well, there he goes again.
Father Dougal: You're right there, Ted.
Father Ted: Never mind, we can look for him in the morning.

And God Created Woman[edit]

Mrs Doyle: Here you are, Father. It's a beautiful day out.
Father Jack: Me arse!
Mrs Doyle (to Father Dougal): Would you like him on, manual or automatic, Father?
Father Dougal: Automatic, I think. It's a nice day, we might as well take it easy.
Father Ted: That's right, Dougal. You take your time.

(Mrs Doyle attaches a metal pole to the back of Father Jack's chair. It's got a bottle of booze attached to its front.)

Mrs Doyle: Fair enough.

(Father Jack starts making noises of excitement, as he wheels himself out of the living-room, following the booze).

Father Jack: (as Dougal wheels him on his chair with Mrs Doyle holding the door) Nuns! NUNS! Reverse! Reverse! Reverse! Reverse!

Mrs. Doyle: It's a bit much for me, Father. "Feck this" and "Feck that."
Father Ted: Yes, Mrs Doyle.
Mrs. Doyle: "You big bastard." Oh, dreadful Language. "You big hairy arse." "You big Fecker." Fierce Stuff! And of course the F-word father, the bad F-word. Worse than feck. You know the one I mean.
Father Ted: Yes, I do, Mrs Doyle.
Mrs. Doyle: "F you" "F your effing wife." Oh, I don't know why they have to use language like that. "I'll stick this effing pitch up your hole," that was another one!
Father Ted: I see what you mean, Mrs Doyle.
Mrs. Doyle: "Bastard this" and "Bastard that". You can't move for the bastards in her novels! It's wall-to-wall bastards.
Father Ted: Is it Mrs Doyle? Anyway --
Mrs. Doyle: "You Bastard", "You Fecker", "You bollocks", "Get your bollocks out of my face!"
Father Ted: Yes, you just go and prepare for the nuns.
Mrs. Doyle: "Ride me sideways" was another one!

Father Ted: (as Tom comes out of the Post Office with money, to the sound of a robbery alarm and a gunshot) Ya haven't been up to your auld tricks again, have ya?
Tom: No, Father. 'Tis my money. I just didn't want to fill out the forms.

Grant unto Him Eternal Rest[edit]

Father Dougal (to Sister Monica): So then, you're a nun!

Father Dougal (to Sister Monica): Ted says you were touching him!

Sister Monica: Oh Holy Mother of God! He's dead!
Father Dougal: What's the problem there, sister?

Father Ted (to Father Jack): Ah come on Father, you're not dead, are you?

Father Dougal (giving the last rites): Well we are gathered here today to join two people... oh wait, that's not it...

Father Dougal: So anyway, you're there now with Our Lord and Stalin and Bob Marley and my own parents...,

Sister Monica: I think it's absolutely great to see. I mean, the level of commitment amongst the African church in bringing the faith to the people is just wonderful! It's marvellous, isn't it?
Black priest: Sure I wouldn't know, I'm from Donegal.

Father Ted: Right, well it looks bad alright. I called Dr. Sinnot, I gave him the symptoms over the phone and he said he's probably dead alright. The pulse not being there is bad enough, but the heart stopping is the real danger sign.
Father Dougal: That happened to my uncle once. His heart stopped, and he was fine afterwards.
Father Ted: His heart stopped? How long for?
Father Dougal: A week.
Father Ted: A week? And he was fine afterwards?
Father Dougal: Er, no. Actually, now I think about it, he died.

Father Jim Sutton: Why him, Ted? Why is it always the good ones? You bastard! [shakes fist to Heaven]
Father Ted: Now, Father!
Father Jim Sutton: He could have been pope, Ted! But the feckin' Jesuits, they have it all tied up!
Father Ted: Yes...
Father Jim Sutton: Imagine, Ted! A Polish pope! It should have been Jack! But it's not what you know, is it? It's who you know!
Father Ted: Ah, it's sad, but sure look at him there; he looks quite serene.
Father Jim Sutton: OH, GOD! NO, NO, NO, NO!! HE'S DEAD, TED! WE'LL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN! [continues sobbing]
Father Ted: We'll see him in the next world.
Father Jim Sutton: Oh yeah, sure!

Father Dougal, catching Jack's will after Ted faints: Half a million pounds each? (Scans document) Ah no. Between us. It's only a quarter of a million pounds each Ted. Ted? Ted? (looks around confused)

Laura Sweeney: When is the funeral again?
Father Dougal: Again? We haven't had the first one yet!

Father Dougal to Laura Sweeney: If you're a solicitor I'm Boy George. (Next scene) Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon...

Father Ted: It's true what they say about these career women. They're very aggressive.
Father Dougal: Yeah, she was very aggressive, wasn't she, Ted?
Father Ted: Oh, and the language out of her. You wouldn't hear it from a docker! Fecking this, fecking that...
Father Dougal: Ah, you would. They use very bad language.
Father Ted: Effin' this and effin' that...
Father Dougal: Oh, it was much worse than that, Ted, she was saying fu...
Father Ted: Now, Dougal!

Father Dougal (on confessions): A load of strangers telling you their sins. Sure who'd be bothered with that?

Father Dougal: Ted do you believe in the afterlife?
Father Ted: Well generally priests have a very strong belief in the afterlife.
Father Dougal: Ooh I wish I had your faith Ted!
Father Ted: Dougal, how did you get into the church? Was it like, "Collect twelve crisp packets and become a priest"?

Father Ted: [quoting The Dead] "It's beginning to snow again. The flakes, silver and dark, are falling obliquely against the lamplight. It's probably falling all over the island; on the central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the graveyards, upon the crosses and headstones, upon all the living and the dead..."
Father Jack: SHUT THE FECK UP!
Father Jack: DRINK! (after a few seconds of silence and staring directly at the camera, he breaks the fourth wall) Feck off!

Series 2[edit]


Father Dougal: I wouldn't know Ted, you big bollocks!
Father Ted: [astounded] I'm sorry!?
Father Dougal: I said I wouldn't know Ted, you big bollocks!
Father Ted: Have you been reading those Roddy Doyle books again, Dougal!?
Father Dougal: I have, yeah Ted, you big gobshite!

Father Dougal (on July 19): Would that be the day the Ice Age ended?

Mrs Doyle: It doesn't matter what day it is, Father. There is always time for a nice cup of tea! Sure didn't our Lord Himself on the cross pause for a nice cup of tea before giving Himself up for the world?

Mrs Doyle (on saying "no"): It's a lovely word Our Lord gave us here on earth for when we don't want any cake!

Father Dougal (on the Magic Road): That's nearly as mad as that thing you told me about the loaves and fishes!
Father Ted: No Dougal, that wasn't mad. That's when our Lord got a few bits of food together and made lots of food, and everyone had dinner.

Father Ted: Father Jack, do you have any preferences?
Father Jack: Holiday!
Father Ted: Yes, we're on holiday. Would you like to go anywhere?
Father Jack: What?
Father Ted: Would you like to go somewhere?
Father Jack: Who are you?
Father Ted: I was just asking, would you like to go somewhere now that we're here? Would you like to go for a lovely walk?
Father Jack: I like cake!
Father Ted: Yes, I... [sotto, to Dougal] I think I'll just stop talking to Father Jack now.
Father Jack: Where am I? What's that thing there? Are those my feet?
Father Ted: God, let's just get him to sleep and we'll head off ourselves. [to Jack] Okay Father, into your box!
Father Jack: Drink, arse, girls, dr— [he instantly falls asleep as Ted places a cardboard box over his head]

Father Dougal: Will I put on the kettle?
Father Ted: Go on then.

(Dougal puts the kettle on.)

Father Dougal: ...must be one of those ones that clicks off automatically.
Father Ted: Mmm...bit of steam there. Incidentally, did you bring any teabags?
Father Dougal: ...no.

Father Dougal:Kettle's boiled there Ted.
Father Ted: Mmm.
Father Dougal: Will I put more water in and turn it on again?
Father Ted: No... I liked it best the first time.

Father Ted is demonstrating some plastic toy cows to Dougal.
Father Ted: ...OK, one last time. These are small... but the ones out there are far away. Small... far away... ah forget it!

Father Dougal: Do you want to walk over to that fence?
Father Ted: Oh no, best not; I don't want to blow up with excitement

Father Noel Furlong (on Tony Lynch): He wasn't like that last night when he crawled into bed at ten past the eleven!

Father Noel Furlong (on Ted and Dougal's strong bladders): Ye're like a bunch of camels!

Father Noel Furlong (on Ted): Who's a bit of a moaning Michael tonight!

Father Dougal (as Ted struggles with the car door): You're alright there, Ted. He's a fair bit away ... it might be worth speeding up a bit there.

Father Dougal: God Ted, he's probably very cold now that his towel has blown away!

Think Fast, Father Ted[edit]

The parochial house roof is leaking, and they need to raise some money...
Father Ted: God Almighty, that's going to cost a fortune to fix. Where are we going to get the money? Think, Dougal, how can we raise some money?
Father Dougal: Hmmm....
Ted: Yes, I know. Aha! (give knowing glance)
Dougal: Aha!
Ted: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Dougal: I think so, Ted. But now wait, I'm not sure....
Ted: What?
Dougal: I mean, it is a big step, and err, where are we going to get the guns?
Ted: (mystified) What are you talking about?
Dougal: Oh, wait a minute now - actually I might have been thinking about something different...
Ted: You thought we were going to rob a bank, didn't you?
Dougal: I did, yeah!
Ted: Well, Dougal, this isn't a Bruce Willis film. I was thinking more along the lines of a raffle.

(The roof is leaking and water is dripping onto Father Jack's head down his arm and into his glass. Ted and Dougal begin to move Jack's chair away from the leak)

Father Jack:(Waking up) I'm a happy camper!

(Water leaks heavily from the roof and lands on Jack's head)

Father Ted: (Using a long stick with Dougal's help to wake Jack up from distance) Father, father, wake up! It's just us.
Jack: (Waking up) Get to feck!
Father Ted: Come on, Father. We're going to have to move you again!
Father Jack(Throws down stick) Drrrriiink!(Reaches for his glass and begins to drink)
Father Ted:(Panicked) Don't drink that, Father! No, it's...
Father Jack: FECKIN' WATER!

Father Ted:[after destroying the car]: AH, JESUS, WE'RE DEAD! OH, GOD ALMIGHTY!!!

Father Jack: [being attacked by a murder of crows] Feckin' feathered eejits! Gobshites, the lot of ya!

(Ted has just convinced Father Finnegan, the 'Dancing Priest', to loan him his car to show off as a 'raffle prize' in place of the wrecked car from Bishop Brennan. Ted holds the keys in front of Dougal)

Father Ted: Bingo!
Father Dougal: No luck then, Ted?

Father Ted: Dougal, Purcell's the most boring priest in the world. He was working in Nigeria a few years ago, and he woke up one morning to find everyone in the village had had enough of him and gone off in a big boat. It sank after about a mile and they were eaten by crocodiles.
Father Purcell: We run the gas off the electricity and the electricity off the gas and we save two hundred pounds a year, but then a few weeks later ah god, I'll never forget it now, we got a new boiler..."
Father Ted: Are you alright there Fathers?
Father Jack: HELP ME!!!
Father Purcell: Ah hello Ted, I was just telling Father Jack about the thing there last year, how did you fare with yours?
Father Ted: Er I don't know what you're....
Father Purcell: Because you know they have no morals and no respect for human life. But what they do have and no-one can deny this now, they have the finest collection of boilers in the world! And I include Canada in that! [Ted has to prevent Jack punching an oblivious Purcell]
Father Ted: [to Father Purcell] Actually I'd just like to borrow Father Jack for a moment...
Father Jack: Thank CHRIST! [Jack quickly leaves and locks Ted in his place]
Father Purcell: Ah God, I remember the first time I saw that boiler now, beautiful!

Father Dougal: Sorry Ted, I was looking at the ticket upside down.

Father Purcell: Oh they have you everywhere you know. I was in the AA there, you know, for a while, but the insurance was very expensive.
Father Dougal: Oh, right.
Father Purcell: I had to crash the car just to get the money back, you know, and they had witnesses who said they'd seen me steer it towards the wall, you know. There was talk of me going to jail there for a while...
[Dougal gets up and walks off, Purcell turns round to the throw blanket containing a portrait of Jesus Christ]
Father Purcell: Ah, its yourself!

[Jack ambles in drunk, carrying a six-pack of lager and a car air freshner around his ear]
Father Ted: Father?
Father Jack: Feck off!
Father Ted: Father Jack, where did you get the air freshener?
Father Jack: CAR!
Father Ted: Oh, God...!
Father Jack: Drived the car!
Father Ted: Not the new car! Tell me the truth, Father, have you been drinking?
Father Jack: (looks at the half-empty bottle of whisky he's holding and thinks for a moment) YES!
Father Ted: Tell me from the beginning. Where did you drive?
Father Jack: Shops! Drink! Corner! Stopped! Got out! TRUCK!
Father Ted: A truck?!
Father Jack: (smashing two empty cans of lager together) TWO trucks!!!
Father Ted: Let's take a look. See if there's anything we can salvage.

Father Purcell: This is a piece of advice my father gave to me. Now this refers not only to lagging, but all forms of insulation. He said "don't ever"...no, wait, it was "always"...no er, "never, never" - oh wait now, I've forgotten. Never mind. What's your favourite humming noise? Would it be mmm-mmmmm or would it be mmmm-mm? The first one there, now that's the sound of a fridge humming and the second one, now that's the sound of a man humming. You never hear a woman humming. I knew a woman once, but she died soon afterwards. Now if you push me to it, I'd have to say my favourite colour is grey. No, blue. A soft blue with a hint of grey. No, orange. Yes, orange. I remember now. I had an extension put on the house, and I put it on the extension, so the house is in a circle now, you see...

Tentacles of Doom[edit]

Father Ted: Bloody hell!
Father Dougal: Good news Ted?
Father Ted (sitting down): No Dougal, very bad news. The Vatican has decided to elevate the Holy Stone of Clonrichert to a Class Two Relic. They'll be sending a few bishops over, to conduct a ceremony.

Father Dougal: (on the Holy Stone of Clonrichert) I thought there was someone cured there?
Father Ted: No, someone was lured there. It was Paddy Short, then those fellas started to beat him with the sticks.

Father Ted: The bishops will come around, and see that we're a normal, everyday parish, and go away. Nothing to worry about at all!

[Father Jack, who has used the fire to light a cigarette, gets up from the fireplace, his head on fire. Oblivious, he sits back down to continue reading a magazine entitled "Girls".]

Bishop Fachs: So many people are cynical about such things. You can hardly open a newspaper these days without reading some trendy anti-clerical article written by some bearded lefty!
Father Jack: YES!!!
Bishop Fachs: A spell in the Army would do them a world of good!

Father Dougal: But who cares anyway? They come in, they strip down the wallpaper, they fumigate the place and then they're gone!
Father Ted: Dougal! They're bishops!

Father Dougal: (looking out of the window with binoculars) No sign of them yet Ted...
Father Ted: (points to bishops on sofa) Ahem, Dougal, eh they're here.

Father Dougal: Bishops love sci-fi!
Father Ted: [apoplectic] Dougal, we are not watching Aliens!!!
[The three bishops look at Ted, stunned. Ted regains his compsoure.]
Father Ted: Anyway, back to religion.

Father Ted: That's the great thing about Catholicism. It's so vague and no one really knows what it's about.

Father Jack: (to Bishop O'Neill) That would be an ecumenical matter.
Bishop O'Neill: Yes. I suppose it would! That's a good point Father.

Father Ted: Mrs Doyle, have you got your contacts in?
Mrs Doyle: No, a dog ran off with them.

Father Ted: Dougal, do you know if we have any incense?
Father Dougal: (after a wide-eyed long pause) There was a spider in the bath last night.

Bishop O'Neill: So Father, do you ever have any doubts? Is your faith ever tested? Any trouble you've been having with beliefs or anything like that?
Father Dougal: Well you know the way God made us, and he's looking down at us from heaven?
Bishop O'Neill: Yeah...
Father Dougal: And then his son came down and saved everyone and all that?
Bishop O'Neill: Uh huh...
Father Dougal: And when we die, we're all going to go to heaven?
Bishop O'Neill: Yes. What about it?
Father Dougal: Well that's the part I have trouble with!

Father Dougal: (to Bishop O'Neill) So, if God has existed forever...you know, what did he do in his spare time, like, before he made the Earth and everything?

All: Amen.
Father Dougal: Eamonn.

Bishop O'Neill:Everlasting Life? Big Demons sticking hot pokers up your arse for all Eternity? I don't buy it

Old Grey Whistle Theft[edit]

[Ted is attempting to place some bottles of wine in a bag without waking Jack. The bottles clink together. Jack wakes up.]
Father Jack: DRINK!!!
Father Ted: It- It's not drink, Father, it's just fizzy water.
Father Jack: Jacob's Creek chardonnay 1991!
Father Ted: You can tell just from the sound?
Father Jack: Drink! Drink! Drink!

Father Dougal: God Ted, I've heard about those cults. Everyone dressing in black and saying our Lord's going to come back and judge us all.
Father Ted: No...no Dougal, that's us. That's Catholicism you're talking about there.
Father Dougal: Whole of this Catholic thing is a bit of a puzzler, isn't it Ted?

Frank: Fup off, you grasshole!

Elderly Lady: Hello Father, did you hear about the whistle being stolen?
Father Ted: Yes, I was--
Elderly Lady: I never thought that I'd see the like. What next? Somebody will be murdered, and then where are we? Drive by shootings in the night, it'll be like Boys in the Hood. And then they'll have hoes selling their wares in the middle of the street and the pimps will be using crack cocaine to keep the whores under control--' [Gun shot fires in background] '--I'm going home now Father to lock meself in the basement til they catch that fella. Good-bye to ye father.
Father Ted: ...Good-bye.

Song for Europe[edit]

Dougal: Ted, could you pass me my record collection?
Ted: Okay, here it is. (Passes him a single record.) Oh, and Dougal, you need more than one record for a collection. What you have is a record.

Dougal: I've got Eurosong fever, Ted.
Ted: Yeah?
Dougal: Oh god, yeah. I love the Eurosong competition. I just can't wait. What time is it now?
Father Ted: Half past one.
Dougal: Half one?! And the competition is on in...
Father Ted: May.

Father Dougal: [Intensely] Let's do it!
Father Ted: [Soothing] Dougal, don't take it so seriously. At the end of the day, it's all just a bit of fun.
[Later; Ted is smoking a cigarette and the room is filled with smoke]
Father Ted: [Tense] Just play the [beep!]ing note!
Father Dougal: The first one?
Father Ted: [Exploding] No not the [beep!]ing first one! The [beep!]ing first one's already [beep!]ing down! Just play the [beep!]ing note you were [beep!]ing playing earlier! I've been playing the [beep!]ing first one! We have the [beep!]ing first one!

Charles Hedges: Hello, Father Crilly. I'm Charles Hedges, your producer for this evening, and this is...
Father Ted': Oh, you don't need to tell me! Mr. Rickwood, I'm delighted to meet you. I thought you did a brilliant job presenting last year's show.
Fred Rickwood: [Slurred] Wellthatsthebusinesslikeyouknowwhatimeanyouknowinandoutthedoorsandgiddyup!
Father Ted: Sorry?
Fred Rickwood: [Slurred] Likethebusinessyouknowgetitoutthedoorsandgiddyup.
Father Ted: Ah, yes...
Fred Rickwood: [Slurred] Wellanywayshamehithimshaveabollock. [exits]
Father Ted: Mmm. Mmm. I have to say, he sounded a lot better on last year's show.
Charles Hedges: Well, once he's on the stage, he's fine.
Father Ted: Alright, do you know him a long time?
Charles Hedges: Yes, yes, yes, we've been partners for ten years.
Father Ted: Oh, right, you run the production company together?
Charles Hedges: No, no, he's my lover.

The Plague[edit]

Father Dougal: You know the way he's got big floppy ears flopping all over the place?
Father Ted: Yes?
Father Dougal: Why don't we call him Father Jack Hackett?
Father Ted: [sarcastically] Perfect! Father Jack it is!
Father Jack: What?
Father Ted: Oh, nothing, Father. Dougal's decided to name his new pet rabbit after you.
Father Jack: What?
Father Dougal: I think Father Jack wants a drink.
Father Jack: [gleeful] Drink! Drink!
Father Ted: Maybe we could give him water.
Father Jack: Water!? Feck!
Father Ted: Dougal, this is getting far too confusing!
Father Dougal: Ah Ted I've got used to calling him Father Jack! Can we not call Father Jack something else?
Father Ted: [exasperated] Great! What'll we call him?! Flipper! Flipper the Priest!
Father Jack: Yes!

Bishop Brennan: Crilly, it's me, Bishop Brennan.
Father Ted: Oh feck! [realises his mistake]
Bishop Brennan: WHAT!?
Father Ted: [putting on a bad French accent] 'Oo is dis? Zere is no Crilly 'ere! [hangs up] Dear God, Dougal, I just said feck to Bishop Brennan!
Father Dougal: Oh, he won't like that, Ted!
Father Ted: Maybe it's alright, though. I put on a foreign voice so as he'll think he dialed the wrong number. [The phone rings again; Ted answers it]
Bishop Brennan: Crilly.
Father Ted: Ah, hello Bishop Brennan. I think you got the wrong number there-
Bishop Brennan: Shut up, Crilly! Shut up! I'll make this quick. What would the following words suggest to you: "Jack", "sleep-walking", and "bollock-naked"?
Father Ted: [mortified] Oh no!
Bishop Brennan: Now this is the third time in the last six months! You may have heard of Brian Noonan, a very important Junior Minister- and a personal friend of mine- and I can tell you now the last thing he and his family needs to see is the vision of an elderly priest wearing only a pair of socks and a hat! Now I'll be around on Thursday to inspect security arrangements, and Crilly...
Father Ted: Yes, your Grace?
Bishop Brennan: [referring to the previous call] If you ever try to bullshit me like that again, I will rip off your arms!

Father Dougal: It's like a big rabbit rock festival!

Father Jack: (points at rabbits) Rats!
Father Ted: Yes father, we can see them as well.

Father Ted: That's a very nice sword. Where exactly are you going to put the rabbits?
Tom: In the vice, father.

Tom: (about the rabbits) I could run them down in me van!

Tom: Have you nothing I could kill at all all, Father?
Father Ted: Uh no Tom, no.
Tom: Well, feck it anyway!
Father Ted: Run Dougal, run quite fast!

Bishop Brennan: Once again I am forced from my comfy fireside to deal with the cast of Police Academy.

Father Ted: (trying to stall Bishop Brennan) Who'd have thought somebody from Limerick'd get this far?
Father Dougal: (shouting up the stairs) Ted, did Len find the rabbits?
Bishop Brennan: What did he just say?!
Father Ted: Ah, I can explain...
Bishop Brennan: Did he call me Len again? You address me by my proper title, you little bollocks!

Father Ted: Because Dougal, my nerves are shot. I won't be able to relax until the only rabbit here is the one sitting in your head working the controls.

Rock-a-Hula Ted[edit]

Niamh Connolly: The church in Ireland secretly had lots of potatoes during the famine, and they hid the potatoes in pillows and sold them abroad in potato fairs. And the Pope closed down a lot of the factories that were makin' the potatoes and turned them into prisons for children.
Father Ted: God almighty, she says that as if there's something sinister about it all! I mean, what is the problem with her?!
Father Dougal: She seems to be taking the whole catholic thing a bit seriously, Ted!
Father Ted: [sternly] Yes, Dougal.
Father Dougal: I mean, it's just a bit of a laugh!
Father Ted: Stop talking, Dougal!

Cigarettes and Alcohol and Rollerblading[edit]

Mrs Doyle: Who wants their afternoon drink?
Father Jack: Drink?! Ohhhh yes!
Father Ted: No
Father Jack: No?
Father Ted: No Father it's Lent remember, you said you'd give it up for a couple of days.
Father Jack: What?!
Father Ted: Do you not remember you said you'd offer it up for Our Lord?
Father Jack: Arnold? Who's Arnold?
Father Ted: No, Our Lord. I suppose, I made your vow for you. But I know that deep down inside you'd like to make a little sacrifice.
Father Jack: Sacrifice?! Arse!!

(Phone Conversation)

Nun: On special offer this month we have the Lenten package. £150 - plus V.A.T. - plus booking fee, that's £200.
Father Ted: £200?! I'm not trying to buy cocaine!

Mrs Doyle: (While Ted is trying to eat a sausage) They were a bit obsessed with the old...S-E-X. God I'm glad I never think of that type of thing Father. That whole sexual world. God, when you think of it it's a dirty, filthy thing, isn't it Father? Can you imagine Father? Can you imagine Father, looking up at your husband, and him standing over you with his lad in his hand, wanting you to degrade yourself? God almighty can you imagine that Father? Can you picture it there Father? Oh get a good mental picture of it. Can you see him there? Ready to do the business?

Father Ted: It looks like the last of the alcohol's left his system. I think he might actually be sober. Is that it, Father? Are you seeing things as they really are at last?
Father Jack: (clutching his head) OH MY GOD!
Father Ted: Yes, that's it alright.... I suppose sobriety for Father Jack must be like taking some sort of mad hallucinogenic.
Father Jack: Where are the other two?
Father Ted: "Other two?" Oh, the old vision's back to normal. No, it's just us Father.
Father Jack: And what do you two do?
Father Ted: Well, we're priests.
Father Ted: How are you feeling, Father? It must be great to be sober every once in a while. Or... every twelve years.

Father Jack: (After sobering up) (pointing at various items in the room) Chair! Curtains! Floor! (points at Father Ted) Gobshite!

Father Jack: (After sobering up) Hey! Hey, you there! What the hell is this? (holds up a spoon)

Father Jack [sees Sister Assumpta]: Nan!
Father Ted: No, Father this is a nun.
Father Jack [Terrified]: Nun! [screams and runs out the window]
Father Ted: [Waves] Bye, Father! He's just out for his walk...

Father Ted: Sister Assumpta, you know we really are only up for the basic booze, fags and rollerblading deal. I mean, the getting up early thing is great but- This is water.
Sister Assumpta: That's right.
Father Ted: ....Alright, alright, having a bit of a laugh with the big thickos from the island. Where's our real breakfast?
Father Dougal: Ted, I'd love a pop-tart.
Father Ted: Yes, Father Dougal likes his pop tarts first thing in the morning.
Sister Assumpta: I really don't think pop tarts have any place in our Lord's plan for the world.
Father Ted: I think they have as much a place as anything else. Maybe our Lord doesn't take a personal interest in them but I'm sure He delegates them to someone almost as important.
Father Dougal: What about....Frosties?
Father Ted: Again, same thing: He might not have come up with the idea but He'd be the one who'd give them the green light.
Father Dougal: Oh right. But if you take something like, say, Sugar Puffs, now or Lucky Charms-
Sister Assumpta: FATHERS, COULD YOU PLEASE- Could you please stop having that conversation, finish your breakfast and come outside for your daily punishment.

New Jack City[edit]

Horse racing commentator: And it's Divorce Referendum in the lead, followed by Glory Be To God. Glory Be To God creeps ahead of Divorce Referendum...
Father Ted: Come on, Divorce Referendum! Come on, Divorce Referendum!
Horse racing commentator: Divorce Referendum is way in front; Divorce Referendum is speeding towards victory...
Father Ted: Yes! Yes!
Horse racing commentator: Oh, no! Disaster for Divorce Referendum as he turns in the opposite direction and simply runs off the course!
Father Ted: Oh, flip! You flipping, flipping flipper! Oh, it's the knacker's yard for you, pal!

Father Fintan Stack: I want to listen to some music.
Father Ted: Oh, go right ahead.
Father Stack: I wasn't asking for permission.

Father Ted: He's not a very nice man, is he?
Dougal: God Ted I've never met anyone like him anyway. Who would he be like? Hitler or one of those mad fellas.
Father Ted: Oh, worse than Hitler. You wouldn't find Hitler playing jungle music at three o'clock in the morning!

Father Fintan Stack: What are we watching?
Father Ken Dillon: We're looking at the sports day.
Father Fintan Stack: Lots of young fellas running around in shorts? That's the kind of thing you like looking at. (Turns to Father Shanahan) And I'll bet you like that too. You're probably imagining what they'd look like without shorts. You're sitting there, imagining that, with a big smile on your face. Ya dirty fecker.
Father Ted: Father Stack, if you're trying to embarrass us, you're not succeeding.
Father Stack: Yes I am.
Father Rory Shanahan: Well I have to say, I think that you're a very rude man.
Father Stack: If you ever say that to me again, I'll put your head through the wall.
(Door swings open, sound of beer cans being kicked. Dougal comes in; he's very obviously drunk)
Father Ted: Dougal, where did you go to?
Dougal: Ted, how are ya!
Father Ted: (Dougal hugs Ted, Ted resists) Dougal, what the...
Dougal: Guess what, Ted?
Father Ted: What?
Dougal:(confused) What?
Father Ted: Dougal! Have you been drinking?
Dougal: I have, Ted! I've been drinking like a mad eejit! No, no, oh wait! (gives a drawn-out wink to Father Stack) No I haven't!
Father Ted: Dougal, I'm ashamed of you.
Dougal: (shakes Ted) Ted, Ted, Teddy, Ted, Ted. Come here Teddy, Teddy, Ted, Ted, you're my best friend. God I love being a priest. We're all going to heaven lads, waheyy.
Father Stack: Perhaps I should explain, your little friend and I were enjoying ourselves with a bottle of whiskey I found upstairs.
Father Ted: Oh, well, that is the last straw.
Dougal: I'm driving! I'm driving home, I'm perfectly capable... (passes out. Fintan picks up the car keys)
Father Stack: Oh, by the way. I got the keys to your car, and I drove it into a big wall. If you don't like it, tough! (uses key to clean out his ear) I had my fun, and that's all that matters.
Dougal: I can see up your trousers, Ted!
Father Ted: Right, well that's it. I thought giving alcohol to Dougal was the last straw, but I was obviously wrong as this is definitely the last bit of straw left in the thing. Basically what I'm saying is... there's no more straw left!
Father Shanahan: Ted, it's getting a little late.
Father Dillon: Yes, I really think we should go.
Father Ted: No, you don't have to go.
Father Shanahan: I think we should.
Father Stack: (leers at the two priests as they exit) Woooh! Bye girls! Pair of wankers.
Father Ted: Oh right, that's it. Come on Dougall, I think we've had quite enough of Father Stack's company for one evening.
Dougal: To the pub, Ted.

Flight into Terror[edit]

Father Noel Furlong: Oh God! He must have seen his reflection! He's not supposed to see his reflection! He doesn't know he's a priest!

Father Gallagher: Shouldn't we not just have a bit of an old pray, and maybe God will help us, and...
[He trails off, noticing that all the other priests are cringing in mortification, and promptly sits back down]
Father Ted: Aaaaanyway...

[the priests are holding a competition to find out who should get the two parachutes on the plane]
Father Ted: Father Cave, do you want to go first?
Father Cave: I haven't written this down, because this comes from the heart. Father Gallagher, I've known you and been your friend for many years. And I think it's important to say, I love you. I love you more than anyone I've ever loved! I don't want the parachute, give it to him! [sits down and bursts into tears, while the other priests look taken aback]
Father Ted: R-right, well done, Father Cave. Father Fay?
[Fay stands up, clears his throat, then yells monkey-style gibberish while waving his arms around. The other priests look awed and clap admiringly]
Father Ted: Well, beat that! Joe?
Father Joe Briefly: I think I should get the parachute because I'm great. In fact, I think I should get both the parachutes, in case one of them doesn't work! [disapproving grumbles from the other priests]
Father Ted: Not a popular one, Joe. Father Flynn, what did you write?
Father Flynn: I haven't written anything, because I'm not really good at that type of thing. But I did a drawing.
Father Ted: Right, well, can we have a look?
[Flynn reveals the drawing; it shows himself naked from behind, while walking a dog]
Father Flynn: What do you think?
Father Ted: Well, er...
Father Flynn: It's me, in the nip, with a dog!
Father Ted: [bewildered] What... how... how does that help you win a parachute?
Father Flynn: What do you mean, parachute? I wasn't listening at the start, there. Why would I want a parachute?
Father Ted: The plane's in trouble, and there's a competition to see who gets a parachute.
Father Flynn: Ohh... [sits down, looking shellshocked]
Father Ted: Okay, er, Father Jack, you next. [there is no response. The priests look around, but Jack is nowhere in sight] Father Jack? Where's Father Jack?
Pilot: The parachutes! The parachutes have gone!
[we see Father Jack, standing at one of the aeroplane's doors; he has one of the parachutes for himself, and has strapped the other to the drinks trolley. He pushes the trolley out, then follows it]
Father Jack: [echoing] DRIIIIIIIIIIIIINK!

[After Ted has climbed out of the plane, reattached the fuel line to the engine and saved the day, he remembers his fear of flying]

A Christmassy Ted[edit]

(Ted is having a pleasant dream when Dougal wakes him up)

Dougal: (Excitedly) Ted! Ted! Would you like a peanut?
Ted:A peanut? You woke me up to offer me a peanut? God, Dougal!
Dougal:Sorry Ted.
Ted: Go to bed!

(Ted falls asleep and starts dreaming again. He is running terrified down a hill, being chased by giant peanuts.)

Dougal: God, I can't wait to see what's under tomorrow's window. I bet it's a donkey or something.
Father Ted': Really? So, you've changed from your initial prediction of... what was it again? "Ruud Gullit sitting on a shed." God, Dougal, where do you get these ideas from? I bet it's just a lovely angel. What would you say is behind tomorrow's window, Father Jack?
Father Ted: Well... who knows?
Father Jack: KNICKERS!
Father Ted: Yes, Father.
Father Jack: WOMEN'S KNICKERS!!!
Father Ted: YES, FATHER, YES!! Message understood! God almighty!

Father Ted: Oh God, we're in the Lingerie! Dougal. We're in Lingerie!
Dougal: Where's the problem there, Ted?

(Eight priests are now lost in Ireland's biggest lingerie section)

Father Ted: Father Bigley I want you on point.

Father Ted: Who's got the most boring voice?
Billy: What?
Father Ted: Of the lot of us, who's got the most boring voice?
Fitzgerald: (extremely dull voice) That'd be me, Ted...
Father Ted: Right, now, listen to me--
Fitzgerald: I have an awful, dreary monotonous voice, God help me...
Father Ted: Yes, yes, now listen--
Reilly: (loud stage voice) Ted! Were you asking for a dramatic, exciting voice?
Fitzgerald: No. He said boring. He wanted a boring voice.
Reilly: In that case, you must excuse me for my impetuous interruption!
Father Ted: Listen! This is what we're going to do...
Dougal: (to Father Terry) What's going on?
Terry: I think Ted has a plan.
Dougal: No, I mean in general.
Terry: Well, he's going to get us out of the lingerie section.
Fitzgerald: (speaking into intercom, boring voice) Ladies and gentlemen, could you please bring your purchases to the checkout as the store is about to close. Hurry up. Come on, hurry up, will ye...
(customers begin to walk towards the gathered priests)
Father Ted: (grabbing the microphone) Not that way, for feck's sake, the other way! Move!

Mrs Doyle: Well, it's not before time Father. I always thought you were one of the best priests in the country.
Father Ted: 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?
Mrs Doyle: Well...
Father Ted: If you don't think I'm the best priest in the country, just say so. I honestly won't mind!
Mrs Doyle: I'd say you might be... the second best!
[Contrary to his previous statement, Father Ted looks very disappointed]
Mrs Doyle: I mean --
Father Ted: 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.
Mrs Doyle: Well, Father, I was just thinking of those priests who work in very poor areas.
Father Ted: Oh yeah, of course, those lads! Father Archbishop Desmond Tutu and the likes!
Mrs Doyle: Well, I think Archbishop Tutu is a Protestant man!
[Both laugh]
Father Ted: Hahaha, oh right! Oh great! So a Protestant is better than me.
[Mrs Doyle tries to console Ted]
Father 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!
Mrs Doyle: Father, I was just --
Father Ted: 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.
Mrs Doyle: WHAT?!
Father Ted: I'm leaving the priesthood!
Mrs Doyle: BUT FATHER!
Father Ted: 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 Ted: Hello, is this "being vaguely unhappy but not being able to figure out exactly why"?
Priest 1: No, this is "how to break the news of a death".
Priest 2: We were just talking about techniques, I say it's best to just get it over quickly, "Your husband's dead and he's not coming back, get used to it!"
Priest 1: Ah, yes, but sometimes a few little hints help, like "remember how your husband USED to love a good laugh?"

Mrs. Doyle: Father, while you were out for your walk, we had a phone call. I think you were supposed to do a funeral today...
Father Ted: [horrified] The funeral! I completely forgot all about it!
Mrs. Doyle: It's alright! Father McGuire said he'd do it.
Father Ted: [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]

Dougal: Sorry about that.

[the hearse explodes]

[Mrs Doyle is trying to guess the name of a priest who is attending the Golden Cleric award ceremony]

Mrs Doyle: Father Andy Riley.
Priest: No.
Mrs Doyle: Father Desmond Coyle. [priest shakes head] Father George Byrne? Father David Nicholson? Father Declan Lynch?
Priest: I'll give you a clue.
Mrs Doyle: 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]

Mrs Doyle: Father Henry Bigbigging? Father Hank Tree? Father Hiroshima Twinkie? Father Stig Bubblecard? Father Johnny Hellzapoppin’? Father Luke Duke? Father Billy Ferry? Father Chewy Louie? Father John Hoop? Father Hairycake Linehan? Father Rabulah Conundrum? Father Peewee Stairmaster? Father Jemima Ractoole? Father Jerry Twig? Father Spodo Komodo? Father Cannabranna Lammer? Father Todd Unctious?
Priest: YES! Well done!

[Mrs Doyle looks very pleased with herself]

Series 3[edit]

Are You Right There, Father Ted?[edit]

[on discovering that Father Jack has taken to living in a box]
Father Ted: Maybe he's agoraphobic.
Father Dougal: Jack scared of fighting? I don't think so, Ted.

Colm: Hello there, Father!
Father Ted: Ah, hello Colm! Out and about?
Colm: Ah-ha. Same as yourself?
Father Ted: Good good!
Colm: I hear you're a racist now, Father?
Father Ted: ...wh-what?
Colm: How'd you get interested in that type of thing?
Father Ted: Who said I'm a racist?!
Colm: Everyone's saying it, Father. Should we all be racist now? What's the official line the church has taken on this?
Father Ted: No! No-
Colm: Only, the farm takes up most of the day, and at night I just like a cup of tea. I mightn't be able to devote myself full time to the old racism.
Mrs. Carberry: Good for you, Father!
Father Ted: What? Oh, Mrs. Carberry!
Mrs. Carberry: Good for you, Father! Well someone had the guts to stand up to them at last! Coming over here, taking and our jobs and our women and acting like they own the feckin' place! Well done Father! Good for you! Good for you! I'd like to feckin'... [slipping and sliding on the muddy ground] Feckin' Greeks!
Colm: It isn't the Greeks, it's the Chinese he's after.
Mrs. Carberry: I don't care who he gets as long as I can have a go at the Greeks! They invented gayness!
Father Ted: Look, we are not having a go at anybody! I am not a racist, alright?! God!
Mrs. Carberry: FECKIN' GREEKS!
Colm: How's Mary?
Mrs. Carberry: She's fine, she got that job after all!
Colm: Great!

Father Ted: Look at that! A perfectly square bit of black dirt on the window!

Father Ted: But best of all the Chinese people themselves. Look at them there, aren't they great? The Chinese; a great bunch of lads.

Father Seamus Fitzpatrick: You old fool, I've sheltered you for fifty years, you've never even made me a cup of tea!
Nazi Veteran: You make the tea, I do the washing up!
Father Seamus Fitzpatrick: When did you do the washing up?!
Nazi Veteran: I did it for the whole of 1947, and again in 1973!
Father Seamus Fitzpatrick: YOU LIAR! You broke all the plates and then you said "Ah, I am so tired! I never had to wash up plates when I was in the Wehrmacht!"

[Father Fitzpatrick and his Nazi friend take two valium]
Father Seamus Fitzpatrick: Wait, these aren't Valium! These are the cyanide we kept for emergencies! You put cyanide next to the Valium, you old fool, that's asking for trouble!
Nazi Veteran: Oh, shut up!
Father Seamus Fitzpatrick: You shut up! We've only got fifteen seconds to live!

Sean Yin: Well, the slide show was a big pile of crap. But the free drink, very much appreciated! Thank you Father Crilly!
Father Ted: Yes well, I just wanted to clear things up; I'm not a fascist, I'm a priest. Fascists dress in black and go around telling people what to do, whereas... priests... More drink!
All: Hooray!
Father Ted: To China!
All: Hooray!
Sean Yin: To Craggy Island!
All: Hooray!
Father Ted: More drink!
All: Hooray!
Bartender: I'm sorry, the bar's closed.
All: Hooray!
Father Ted: Tell you what, how about everybody goes back to my place for a drink?
All: Hooray!
Father Dougal: Wait, I need to go to the toilet first!
All: Hooray!

[After unwittingly bringing the Chinese back to a Parochial House full of Nazi memorabilia]
Father Ted: ...I can explain everything! [beat] Actually, no, I can't.

Chirpy Burpy Cheap Sheep[edit]

Hud: Have you heard of this creature going around terrorizing animals on the island?
Giant: No! Tell me more.
Hud: They say it's as big as a jaguar.
Giant: The car?
Hud: No, the big cat thing. And its face is nothing but big white teeth as sharp as knives.
Giant: Has it killed yet?
Hud: No, but it's only a matter of time.
Giant: Hope it doesn't attack me and my sheep.
Hud: Not even a man's sheep is safe.
Giant: Oh dear.

Mrs Doyle: Do you think our new guest would like a cup of tea Father? The little sheep fellow. (laughs simperingly)
Father Ted: I don't think they drink tea Mrs Doyle. Not unless you have some sheep tea (laughs)
Mrs Doyle (suddenly serious): Yes.
Father Ted (taken aback): What?
Mrs Doyle: Yes, we do have some sheep tea.
Father Ted: Oh. Well... you'd better... give him some of that, then.
Mrs Doyle (overjoyed): Okay so!

Indiscernible audience member at the competition (whenever something shocking is revealed): Fuckin' hell!

Alan: Should I call the police, Father?
Father Ted: No. He's lost the trust of his sheep. That's punishment enough for a farmer who deals primarily...with sheep.

Father Ted: "God, Dougal, you should have seen him. He's just a shadow of a sheep..."
Father Dougal: "I'm not surprised, Ted. If I was a sheep, I'd be watching my back right now."
Father Ted: "Why?"
Father Dougal: "Because of the beast. They say it's as big as four cats and it's got a retractable leg so's it can leap up at you better. And you know what, Ted, it lights up at night and it's got four ears, two of them are for listening and the other two are kind of back-up ears. Its claws are as big as cups and for some reason, it's got a tremendous fear of stamps! Mrs Doyle was telling me that it's got magnets on its tail, so's if you're made out of metal it can attach itself to you and instead of a mouth, it's got four arses!"
Father Ted: "DOUGAL! It's a legend, it doesn't exist!"
Father Dougal: "Right Ted, the way the Phantom of the Opera doesn't exist."
Father Ted: "The Phantom of the Opera DOESN'T exist!" Look, I'm not going to get involved in another what exists and what doesn't exist debate, but I'm gonna have to insist you add those last two to the chart!

Father Ted: "If there's one place he can be absolutely assured of peace and quiet..."
Father Jack: AH, FECK! [Father Jack falls down the stairs shouting] Feck, feck, feck, feck, feck!
Father Ted: "I think it would be an insult to you if I were to finish that sentence."

Speed 3[edit]

Dougal: (referring to the baby competition) I thought the standard this year was rubbish.
Ted: It was awful alright. A lot of very sloppy babies, who looked as though they really couldn't be bothered. And the hairiness of some of those babies; It was a very hairy baby parade.
Dougal: Exactly Ted, if people aren't even going to shave their babies before they come out, I mean...

Pat: You wouldn't be advising the use of artificial contraception now Father? Would ya?
Father Ted: Yes I...no I...if you're going to be...I...of course you, you...just feck off!

Father Ted: [trips over a brick Jack is dragging round on a piece of string] Wha... what's going on!?
Mrs Doyle: Father Hackett's got very fond of that brick. It's a great old pet for him! He doesn't have to feed it or clean it or take it to the vet. Suits him down to the ground!
Father Jack: I love my brick!
Father Ted: Ah, that's nice. Maybe we're seeing a new side to Father Jack? A more caring, considera--
[Jack suddenly hurls the brick at Ted, knocking him out]
Father Jack: Ah, feck it! Fed up with "briiiiiick"!

[After Father Dougal has encountered some naked women at the very beginning of the episode; last line of the episode]
Father Dougal: Those women were in the nip!

Mr. Fox: (Dougal's New Boss) You'd better get going, actually. Milk gets sour y'know. Unless it's UHT milk, but there's no demand for that because it's shite.

Mrs. Doyle: Oh, Pat was wondering if he could put his massive tool in my box.
Father Ted: What! How dare you...!
Pat (raising an enormous adjustable spanner): Yes, too big for the milk float.

Pat: [In a menacing phone call to Ted] You got me sacked. And now I'm having to yank meself off around the clock because I haven't got any proper sex with girls!

Father Dougal: "[after Ted puts the brick on the accelerator and tells him to step off the float, waving the brick in the air]" Ted! You forgot your brick!"

Pat: (still laughing evilly in the phone box) Oh yes, I'm afraid you messed with the wrong milkman, Father. (puts on sunglasses) Well, if you don't mind, I'm off. Better get out the earplugs Father, because when that milk float goes up (the bomb-rigged milk float, now with no driver, wanders up behind the phone box without Pat noticing), you'll hear it all the way to the North Po-
(The scene cuts to an Inuit man fishing in the Arctic. He hears a large explosion and looks around in confusion, indicating that the milk float has detonated, killing Pat.)

The Mainland[edit]

Father Jack: Feckin' birds again.

(Jack is having his eyesight tested).
Optician: Well I'm confused. His eyesight seems to be perfect. He read all the way down to the last line of the chart, and even I can't see that one.
(The chart is reavealed to repeat the word "drink" over and over.)
Ted: I see. Thing is, Jack has a great fondness for that particular word.
Optician: Well, it's the first time I've used that particular chart actually. I got it free with a promotional crate of Carlsberg.
Ted: Okay, we'll come back and pick Jack up later. (They leave.)
Optician: And now for a chart made by Slovakia's premier lens manufacturers, Feck Arse Industries. (She replaces the chart with a new chart which repeats the words "Feck Arse" over and over.)

Upon meeting Richard Wilson, a.k.a. Victor Meldrew
Father Ted: You know what he'd love? He'd really love it if someone came up to him and said his catchphrase.
Father Dougal: Oh, yeah, Ted! He'd love that! You should definitely do that.
Father Ted: Should I?
Father Dougal: Oh, yeah. I'd say no-one ever does that to him. He'll think you're hilarious. You know, this is one of those times where I'm absolutely, one hundred million percent sure that you'll be doing the right thing. I can safely say that you definitely, definitely won't regret doing that.
Father Ted: Okay, I'm going to do it. Will I?
Father Dougal: Yeah, go on!
Father Ted: Okay, hold the camera.
[Ted walks over to Wilson, who is talking to a tour guide]
Father Ted: (yells loudly) I don't believe it!
[Wilson violently assaults Ted, and has to be restrained]
Richard Wilson: I'll bloody well kill you!
[Ted eventually escapes Wilson, and walks back to Dougal, looking shellshocked]
Father Dougal: Well? What did he say? Did he laugh?
Father Ted: No. No, no, no. Not really. I'm going to sit down now.

[Father Jack is unwittingly attending an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting]
Ronald: At that stage, I was drinking over a pint of vodka a day.
Father Jack: YES!
Ronald: Yes. At that point, all I could think about was where the next drink was coming from.
Father Jack: DRINK!
Ronald: I didn't give a damn about my wife or kids.
Father Jack: Blehhhhh!

Tour Guide: Now, this rock here is actually granite.
Father Ted: How long would that have been there?
Tour Guide: Oh, many, many millions of years.
Father Ted: Really, as long as that? That is fascinating.
Father Dougal: How come all the rocks are different sizes?
Tour Guide: Well... you know, rocks are generally different sizes.
Father Dougal: Wow! I'm finding out all kinds of things I never knew about rocks.
Tour Guide: Of course, at this time, this whole area would have been submerged underwater.
Father Dougal: How did everyone breathe?
Father Ted: They'd have had some sort of apparatus.
Father Dougal: Oh, right. Wow, look at that rock over there!
Tour Guide: This is actually the oldest part of our tour. This particular cave was formed more than fifteen million years ago.
Father Ted: Really? Wow, I don't believe it.
[the man in front of Ted turns around; it's Richard Wilson]
Richard Wilson: You again! [attacks Ted] Get out of it, I don't want to see you again! BASTARD!

Tony: (Losing patience) Will you shut up! Will you! Will you please shut up! Will you shut up, shut up, shut up!
Noel Furlong: (Offended) Well... well I've never... I've never... Tony, I'm putting you on my list of enemies. (Gets out a notepad and begins writing).There...you're in for it now Tony... (Suddenly happy again) HA! Only joking! See what I really wrote. (He shows Tony his pad. It reads "I REALLY like Tony".

Father Noel Furlong: [with only his hand visible] They were just going to find the tour operator, tell him I'm burried under a huge pile of rocks and be right back.
[cut to] :Aer Lingus staff: And that's four tickets to Paraguay.

Father Jack: Pub! DRINK! [goes inside the pub and starts pounding on the bar] DRINK, DRINK, DRINK! DRINK!
[Ronald happens by the pub, and sees Jack through the window. He runs inside and grabs a bottle of whiskey out of Jack's hands]
Ronald: Don't do it, Father! I won't let you do it! I know it hurts, but believe me, you're going to thank me for--
[cut to an ambulance driving down the street, with its lights flashing and siren sounding]

Father Ted: There was a time when the police in this country were friends of the church; speeding tickets torn up, drunk driving charges quashed, even a blind eye turned to the odd murder!

[last line of the episode; Richard Wilson has just arrived at the Parochial House, and Ted has answered the door]
Richard Wilson: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!

Escape from Victory[edit]

Father Dougal: There's nothing stupid about football! And there's nothing at all stupid about the Annual All-Priests Five-a-Side over 75s Indoor Football Challenge Match, against Rugged Island.

Father Dougal: Didn't you tell me once that Father Jack had a trial for Liverpool?
Father Ted: No... no, he was on trial, in Liverpool.

Father Ted: Last year, Dick made me photocopy my own rear end. They never let me in that library again.

Father Dougal: God, Ted. D'you remember that fella who was so good at fashion they had to shoot him?

Father Ted: So there's...no way he'll be able to play?
Father Niall: No. No, he's dead.

Father Dick Byrne: [on the phone] I am going to win again, Ted!
Father Ted: Ha, that's what you think, Dick, but we've got...Wait a minute! How'd you know I was here!?
[Dick hangs up. At the same time, an ice cream jingle plays from outside. Ted goes to the window and (presumably) sees Dick outside]

Father Ted: More bad news, Dougal. I've just been speaking to Father Ned Fitzmorris. He tripped on a paving stone and one of his kneecaps fell off. There's no way around it...I'm going to have to put him in goal.

Father Ted: Dougal, I don't want you to be physio this year. I want you to... look after the corner flags.
Father Dougal: Oh God, Ted, for a second there I thought you were going to give me something completely stupid to do.

Mrs Doyle: (hesitantly, while watching football and reading from the book "Understanding Football for Women") Go on... my son.

Father Dougal: Got the forfeit, Ted!
Father Ted: Oh God...
Father Dougal: Dick said it was an extra-special forfeit, because you were such a big cheatin' bastard.
Father Ted: All right, open it, open it! The tension is killing me!
Father Dougal: Ah don't worry Ted, he probably just wants you to clean his car or some...[Dougal opens the letter and reads the forfeit; his expression becomes one of shock]
Father Ted: What is it!? Break it to me gently!
Father Dougal: All right. [reads] Ted. By this time next week you have to...
Father Ted: What?
Father Dougal: You have to...
Father Ted: What!? [snatches the letter off Dougal, reads it, horrified] Kick Bishop Brennan up the arse!

Kicking Bishop Brennan up the Arse[edit]

[Ted is dreaming of his new parish; a tropical island, where two of the natives have dragged him to the edge of a volcano as a human sacrifice]
Father Ted: Ah come on now, lads!
Native:Quetzacoatl, the Volcano God is angry! We must appease his wrath!
Father Ted: Volcano God, what nonsense! Look, I'll ask again, will you not give Catholicism another try?
Native: Nah, it wouldn't really catch on here. And sure, we don't agree with the Pope's line on artificial contraception; it's the 90s, for God's sake! [they throw Ted in]

Father Ted: I was just thinking about my next parish. Bishop Brennan is always threatening to send me somewhere unpleasant, and this time I think he just might go through with it. You see...I'm going to kick him up the arse.

Bishop Brennan: Don't call me "Len", you little prick! I'm a bishop!
Dougal: Oh right. (pause) Well done.

Bishop Brennan: Show me the likeness and I'll be off. I have to be off to Rome for an audience with the pope.
Dougal: I love those programmes. Have you seen the one with Elton John?

Father Ted: Do you not notice the holy smell of the room?
Dougal: Ah, Ted, I think that might just be Father Jack's underpants hamper.

Mrs. Doyle: Shall I make the beds in the spare room?
Father Jessup: [sarcastic] No, we'll sleep outside in a ditch!
Mrs. Doyle: OK so... would you like a cup of tea?
Father Jessup: [sarcastic] No, We want to die of thirst.
Mrs. Doyle: [uncertain] Ok so...
Father Ted: [quiet] Mrs. Doyle, I think Father Jessup might have been being a bit... sarcastic...
Mrs. Doyle: Really? Were you being sarcastic, Father Jessup?
Father Jessup: [still sarcastic] No, we'd like to die of thirst.
Mrs. Doyle: [looks confusedly at Father Ted]
Father Ted: [quiet] Mrs. Doyle, I know it's a bit confusing, but the trick is to do the opposite to what Father Jessup says.
Mrs. Doyle: [very uncertain] So, you really... do... want a cup of tea?
Father Jessup: [exasperated] Yes! [reaches out for the cup]
Mrs. Doyle: [takes the cup away, and looks very pleased with herself thinking she has understood correctly]

[Father Jack awakens and moves, rattling some cans of drink]

Bishop Brennan: Aha, the Kraken awakes! Did we disturb you, Father Hackett?
Father Jack: Arse biscuits!
Father Jessup: What? How dare you speak to his grace like that! Apologise immediately!
Father Jack: [in a sarcastic manner] I'm so, so, sorry.
Father Ted: [addressing Mrs Doyle] Now, that's sarcasm.

[During Bishop Brennan's meeting with Pope John Paul II]
Bishop Brennan: HE DID KICK ME UP THE ARSE! [bowls the Pope aside and runs for a phone] Get me on the first plane back to Ireland! NOW, GODDAMN IT! [hangs up and sees the other priests, bishops and cardinals staring at him] What're ye looking at, huh!?

Mrs Doyle: Father Jessup, what are you doing in Father Hackett's underpants hamper?
Father Jessup: He locked me in here! Oh God... The smell!
Mrs Doyle: Are you not terribly uncomfortable in there?
Father Jessup: Of course I'm uncomfortable! I want to get out..."
Mrs Doyle: [thinks for a few moments, before coming to a conclusion] Okay so! [leaves]
Father Jessup: Where are you going? HELP ME!

Bishop Brennan: [angry] What brings me here?! Well I suppose the company, eh? Or the fresh air? Or the view from my window of that great pile of sludge?! But number one on the list would be the matter of you kicking me up the arse!

Father Ted: [to Father Jack, scaring him] FECK OFF!!

Night of the Nearly Dead[edit]

Father Dougal: I'm hugely confused, Ted...

Father Dougal: It's like a big tide of jam coming towards us, but jam made out of old women.

Eoin McLove: Go away... (pause for thought) ...you big dirty pile of old biddies!

Eoin McLove: Go away! I don't want to catch the menopause!
Father Dougal:(Looking out the Window)I'm no good at judging the size of crowds,but i'd say theres around seventeen million of them out there
Father Dougal:You're not scared of the dark,are you?It's only cause the sun goes...and...its got something to do with clouds

Father Jack: They lie in wait like wolves. The smell of blood in their nostrils. Waiting. Interminably waiting. And then...
Father Dougal: He's right, Ted.

Eoin McLove: (To Ted) I can have you killed!

Patsy: Thanks for everything, Father. Oh, and thanks for not mentioning Eoin's "problem."
Father Ted: Oh yes, you mentioned that before. What was it?
Eoin: I have no willy.

Eoin McLove: Well Father, you've got 4 out of 5 questions right on your specialist subject, William Shatner's Tek Wars. So, if you get the general knowledge question right, the £500 will be yours. Oh no! People will think this is rigged. John Paul II. What was his name before he became pope?
Father Ted: (long pause across end credits) Jim?

Going to America[edit]

Father Cagney: I know they're gonna love ya in the States, Ted. You put on a show! But remember, it's a competitive market! You'll be up against Billy Graham and those Nation of Islam guys! You gotta get your own inch, you gotta grab 'em! You know where to grab 'em?
Father Ted: Yeah, by the balls!
Father Cagney: I was gonna say by the shoulders...

Father Ted: The way I feel now...I could convert gays!

Mrs Doyle: I got someone to come around and take away all the furniture and burn it in a big fire!

Dougal: Now you're going to tell us you're Santa or something!
Ted: No, I... I'm the opposite to Santa.
Dougal: What, the anti-Santa?!

Dougal: Who are you? What are you doing here?
Father Ted: This is Father Buzz Cagney. He's here on a short visit. He's from America.
Dougal: America, eh? We were just talking about that fella Kurt Cobain. He was from America. Imagine blowing your head off with a shotgun. How'd he manage to survive that?
Ted: He didn't, Dougal... he died.
Dougal: Oh right.

[Final Lines]

Ted: Night, Dougal.
Dougal: Night, Ted.

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