you're not even catholic, maggie -- you really shouldn't come to confession.
actually, he only asked me one ridiculous question. the rest weren't so bad.
yes, yes, i'm sure i only did you good, maggie.
no, no.
only respectful things. what did we have in common back then.  what kind of music did you like.  did you ruin my life when you left me standing at the altar.
how could i be angry at you when clearly what has happened to me is as god intended?
it happens to be how i feel.
god bless you, maggie.
he wanted to know how you used to like your eggs.
-- scrambled, with salt, pepper and dill. same as me.
i'm happy here, where i'm supposed to be. but if you ever become a catholic, may i ask you a favor, maggie?
could your confess to father patrick from now on?