The North Avenue Irregulars (1979)

Edward Herrmann: Michael Hill

Quotes 

• Rev. Michael Hill : How would you like to spice up your life a little?

  Claire : Oh, you need a secretary for the Youth Activities Committee?

• Rev. Michael Hill : Well, the Lord never asked his followers to be long-faced and doleful. He said, "Happy are the people whose God is the Lord."

  Cleo : Amen.

• Marvin Fogleman, T-Man : [calling over the radio from the room]  Phantom Fox.

  Claire : Uh, Max and I are watching Freddie Uh Two Fingers' Snooker Parlor, and uh I... expect to be murdered any minute. If that should happen, would somebody please contact Alfredo? He does my hair.

  Marvin Fogleman, T-Man : Ten-four.

  Mr. Delaney Rafferty : [over the radio]  Five dames ain't never gonna find no bank. We'll be lucky if they don't get us all killed! If you want me honest opinion, it's a wild duck chase.

  Marvin Fogleman, T-Man : Who...

  [grabbing the radio phone and turning to Reverend Hill] 

  Marvin Fogleman, T-Man : who is that?

  Rev. Michael Hill : [grabs radio phone]  Sounds like Delaney Rafferty. Eh, Blarney Stone... the whole idea is that they'd be less suspicious with women following them.

  Mrs. Rose Rafferty : I know, I know but I can't drive, Reverend. And you'll never recognize Delaney.

  Mr. Delaney Rafferty : [grabs radio phone from Rose. Delaney is dressed up as a woman]  Don't use my name, I told ya. If it got out what I was doing, I'd be spending the night in the river that's what! Them guys play for keeps!

• Tom : [Tom pours milk into the glass next to Marv's bed where Marv is laying, trying to get some rest. Tom speaks quietly to Reverend Hill]  The doctor said, "Complete rest and quiet for a few days," but you can talk to him.

  [Tom leaves] 

  Rev. Michael Hill : [Reverend Hill has a seat next to Marv's bed]  Hi, Marv. How are you feeling?

  Marvin Fogleman, T-Man : Wonderful.

  Rev. Michael Hill : [Marv's stomach gurgles one time while Reverend Hill is speaking]  Marv, the girls and I were talking and uh, well, they'd like to take another shot at it.

  Marvin Fogleman, T-Man : [Marv faces Reverend Hill]  Reverend, we shot at it, three times. Each time, it was a fiasco.

  [Marv's stomach gurgles again and Marv turns away from Reverend Hill] 

  Marvin Fogleman, T-Man : My stomach isn't up to it.

  Rev. Michael Hill : Uh, Claire said she'd get a radio for my office at the church.

  Marvin Fogleman, T-Man : It's her money. Get two.

  Rev. Michael Hill : Then I'll tell them it's okay to... continue?

  Marvin Fogleman, T-Man : Tell them anything you want, long as I don't have to hear it, or be there!

  Rev. Michael Hill : Thanks, Marv. Hope you feel better. I'll be in touch.

  [Reverend Hill gets up and leaves the room] 

  Marvin Fogleman, T-Man : Don't bother.

• Rev. Michael Hill : [Reverend Hill has just prevented Max Roca's escape by colliding Max Roca's getaway car, a green convertible, with other vehicles. He gets out of the convertible carrying a brief case that contains all of the evidence needed to convict Max Roca of all of his crimes. Reverend Hill prevents Max Roca from escaping again by holding down the convertible top and sitting on it, trapping Max Roca between the top and the windshield]  Hold it, hold it, hold it, Mr. Roca! Wait just a minute!

  [Reverend Hill is about to open the brief case] 

  Max : [Max Roca tries to reach for it]  Give me my briefcase!

  Rev. Michael Hill : Oh, I will, in a minute!

  [Reverend Hill opens up the briefcase and sees everything] 

• Rev. Michael Hill : If the church is not a moral force in the community, then it's just another building with stained glass windows and a steeple.

• Rev. Michael Hill : Claire, what do you do in your spare time?

  Claire : Oh, well, it's just one mad world. Take tonight for instance; I'm going to see Casablanca for the eighth time, and then I'm going to dine on a peanut butter and banana sandwich, and then I will hit the feathers. It's like that every night; frantic.

• Rev. Michael Hill : I understand you were once one of our most active members, Mrs. Gossin.

  Mrs. Gossin : Well, my ex was kind of a Jesus freak, but when he split I sort of lost interest. I'm into yoga now.

• Rev. Michael Hill : [over $1,206 of the church]  I want that money back, and if I don't get it, I will go straight to the police.

  Harry the Hat : Now we don't want any trouble. I mean, it's bad for business. You know what I mean?

• Sam the Tailor : Hold it! Your pants.

  Rev. Michael Hill : What?

  Sam the Tailor : [points to a sign behind him and reads it out]  "Pants Pressed While 'U Wait." That's part of my deal with Harry.

  Rev. Michael Hill : But all I want to do is talk to him.

  Sam the Tailor : No exceptions. Get 'em off.

• Rev. Michael Hill : Where is this bookie?

  Mrs. Rose Rafferty : I don't know which one he used.

  Rev. Michael Hill : There's more than one?

  Mrs. Rose Rafferty : Lots. Carlucci's Bakery, the pet store on Friar, or the orthopedic shoe store. But I'll lay you 8-to-1 he used Harry the Hat.

  Rev. Michael Hill : Harry the Hat?

  Mrs. Rose Rafferty : Right.

• Mrs. Rose Rafferty : [running towards Reverand Hill]  Reverend, what are you gonna do?

  Rev. Michael Hill : Stop that bet!

  Mrs. Rose Rafferty : Ohh?

  Rev. Michael Hill : We'll take the bike. It's faster.

  [grabs a helmet and gives it to Rose] 

  Rev. Michael Hill : Here, put that on.

  Mrs. Rose Rafferty : [putting helmet on]  Yes, sir!

  Rev. Michael Hill : [getting on motorcycle]  Get on, Mrs. Rafferty.

  Mrs. Rose Rafferty : All right, I'm getting on.

  [gets on motorcycle] 

  Rev. Michael Hill : [starts the engine]  You all set?

  Mrs. Rose Rafferty : [with a worried look on her face]  I think so.

• Rev. Michael Hill : [Anne is listening to the conversation while at her desk]  Blarney Stone, where is he? Do you copy? Blarney Stone, have you spotted them?

  [Anne knocks on door and walks in] 

  Rev. Michael Hill : Where are you?

  Mr. Delaney Rafferty : Don't ask!

  [the Rafferty's car is facing a train, bumper to bumper, on a track. The train engineer blows the train's horn] 

  Train Engineer : Get off the track!

  Mrs. Rose Rafferty : Don't yell at me! Who do you think you are?

  [the train engineer continues to blow the horn] 

  Mr. Delaney Rafferty : And quit blowing that horn! You're giving me a headache!

• Rev. Michael Hill : [while on the phone with the fire department]  Well, can't you get the cat out of the tree later? Well... a man's life is in danger!