May the Lord be in your heart to confess your sins. Yes?
I have a... a... scrupulous conscience, Father. This need to... confess... so many things. If I... step on... two straws on the shape of the Cross, I feel that I have to confess it. It torments me.
Try and make a good confession, and remember, Christ forgives all our sins.
Only little things. Nothing. Seventeen of them, Father. The first was that waitress in Candlestick Park. I cut her throat and watched her bleed. She bled a great deal. It's a problem I'm working on, Father. All this bleeding.
[begins cackling diabolically; Kanavan looks on in horror]