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After his happy life spins out of control, a preacher from Texas changes his name, goes to Louisiana and starts preaching on the radio.
Sonny: I quit school because I didn't like recess.
Sonny: [talking to Joe about his dying mother] Tell her i built the prettiest little church this side of heavan, out in the wildwood. Tell her that.
Momma: That's my son, that is. I'll tell ya: ever since he was an itty bitty boy, sometimes he talks to the lord and sometimes he yells at the lord. Tonight, he just happens to be yellin' at him.
Sonny: Holy Ghost Power!
[Sonny sees his momma laying on the floor] Sonny: Mama, I can't take you with me now, so get on back in your chair. Now i know you've died on me and gone on home to heavan so i hope you can still hear me. Now, you be good while i'm gone and i'll call you tonight okay? I can't take you with me now. Alright? Eh? Eh, Mama? [as hes going out the door] Sonny: Hug St. Peters neck for me would ya? Bye Mama, kiss an angel for me. Gotta hit the road Mama, i gotta work! Gotta go to work!
Elmo: It's a pay before you pray deal.
Sonny: I may be on the devil's hit-list, but I'm on God's mailing list.
Momma: Don't you let her have them kids now. Fight for those children, son, you hear me?
Brother Blackwell: [laughing] Now, Apostle, I know what you're thinking, but... All-All I can say is that whenever you've been on the radio, most all the white people think you're black. Now, most all the colored people know you ain't black; but they sho do like you're style of preachin'. So, what you see is what we got. Sonny: Yeah. Yeah, well we got what the Lord sent... what the Lord sent. Brother Blackwell: That's right.
Sonny: Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give me peace.
Sonny: You're going to Heaven. I'm going to jail and you're going to Heaven.
Sonny: I'd rather die today and go to heaven than live to be a hundred and go to hell.
Sonny: I'm a genuine, Holy Ghost, Jesus-filled preachin' machine this mornin'!
Horace: You feel alright? Sonny: Oh yeah. I feel just about as good as I've ever felt, Rodney. Horace: Well... my name's not Rodney. Horace: Sonny, listen to me... I'm really and truly sorry about what's happened here, I really am. Sonny: Well why don't you just but out. Before I take my, my boot here and tear you out another asshole... right where your nose is at. Horace: Sonny, there's no call for that kind of talk, now... Sonny: Well, we'll see about that...
Elmo: And no speaking in tongues on the air.
Troublemaker: You want the Lord to watch me kick your ass?