Mrs. Doyle: It's a bit much for me, Father. "Feck this" and "Feck that"
Father Ted Crilly: 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 then Feck. You know the one I mean.
Father Ted Crilly: Yes, I do, Mrs Doyle
Mrs. Doyle: "F you" "F your effing wife" I don't know why they have to use language like that. "I'll stick this effing pitchfork up your hole" That was another one.
Father Ted Crilly: 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 Crilly: Is it Mrs Doyle?
Mrs. Doyle: "You Bastard" "You Fecker" "You bollocks! Get your bollocks out of my face."
Father Ted Crilly: Yes, you just go and prepare for the nuns.
Mrs. Doyle: "Ride me sideways" was another one.