Father Fitzgibbons: I'm sure that the way to say what I'd like to say will occur to me after you've gone.
Father Fitzgibbons: A golf course is nothing but a poolroom moved outdoors.
Father Chuck O'Malley: Hail, Alma Mater, thy time-honored halls shall echo with our praise till we die; and round our hearts are the ivy-covered walls of East St. Louis High.
Ted Haines Sr.: Where have you been the last two weeks?
Ted Haines Jr.: Well, dad, I've been in a blue heaven dancing on a pink cloud. She came in on a moonbeam.
Ted Haines Sr.: That's a lie. I had you followed.
Ted Haines Jr.: That wasn't cricket, dad. When you were my age, I didn't follow you around.
Father Chuck O'Malley: [to Father Fitzgibbons as he goes to chip a golf shot out of a sand trap] Keep your head down now, father. And watch your language.
Father Fitzgibbons: Hope? You know, Chuck, when you're young, it's easy to keep the fires of hope burning bright. But at my age, you're lucky if the pilot light doesn't go out.
Father Chuck O'Malley: Poor young Ted has been wounded in Africa.
Father Fitzgibbons: Ah, too bad.
Father Chuck O'Malley: They're shipping him home.
Father Fitzgibbons: Fine, upstanding young fellow. Maybe they'll decorate him.
Father Chuck O'Malley: Nnnno, I doubt it. Some friend of his ran over him in a jeep.
Father Fitzgibbons: You know how to manage these old fussbudgets. Take him out on the golf course. Bring him out in the fresh air.