thank you. come again next week.
next mass is tomorrow morning, sister.
in that case, come right in.
uh, next mass isn't until tomorrow morning, young lady. run along now.
consider it done.
just knock loudly, sister.
come along, son. get into the booth.
prepare to receive the act of penance. how many sins have you committed since your last confession?
that's it?
well, this is a unique confession to say the least, son. and not exactly the most interesting one i've ever heard either. you sure you don't want to talk about.  oh, carnal knowledge with a neighborhood girl or impure thoughts about the new student teacher maybe.  or how about finding a box of magazines under your dad's bed?
well then, i suggest you have a seat on the bench behind you and think of something a little juicier to confess than losing kiss tickets. i realize this is detroit, but i personally find, what that rock and roll band is all about, to be boring as lucifer's kingdom. i'll return in a little while.
okay, you better have something really sinful for me this time, son. my patience is worn to threads and your mom will be here any minute.
no.
oh, this is terrible.  please go on.
well? continue! continue!
was it a teddy?
a bustier?
splendid! i love a good game of name that nightie.