Mrs. Doyle: You've never read any of her books have you Father?
Father Ted: Actually, I'm a bit of a fan. That's where I was the other day. At her book signing.
Mrs. Doyle: Well, I am surprised, Father. I didn't think you'd like that sort of thing. I read a bit of one of them once. I couldn't finish it. God, the language. Unbelievable!
Father Ted: Well, it's a bit gritty. But that's the modern world, Mrs. Doyle.
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. 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 f'in wife. Oh I don't know why they have to use language like that... I'll stick this f'in pitchfork up your f'in hole. Oh, that was another one, oh yes.
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: [pushing Mrs. Doyle out of the room] Is it Mrs. Doyle?!
Mrs. Doyle: You bastard, you fecker, you bollocks! Get your bollocks out of my face! It's terrible.
Father Ted: Yes, you just go and prepare for the nuns.