The Apostle

Sonny:
You're going to Heaven. I'm going to jail and you're going to Heaven.

Sonny:
I'm a genuine, Holy Ghost, Jesus-filled preachin' machine this mornin'!

Sonny:
I may be on the devil's hit-list, but I'm on God's mailing list.

Sonny:
I quit school because I didn't like recess.

Sonny:
I'd rather die today and go to heaven than live to be a hundred and go to hell.

Sonny:
Holy Ghost Power!

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 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] 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.

Elmo:
And no speaking in tongues on the air.

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:
Don't you let her have them kids now. Fight for those children, son, you hear me?

Troublemaker:
You want the Lord to watch me kick your ass?

Sonny:
Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give me peace.

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 a**hole... 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...

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.