"What an excellent day for an exorcism."

"Your mother sucks cocks in Hell, Karras, you faithless slime."

"I'm not Regan."

"Well, then let's introduce ourselves. I'm Damien Karras."

"And I'm the Devil. Now kindly undo these straps."

"If you're the Devil, why not make the straps disappear?"

"That's much too vulgar a display of power, Karras."

"Your mother's in here, Karras. Would you like to leave a message? I'll see that she gets it."

"The demon is a liar. He will lie to confuse us. But he will also mix lies with the truth to attack us. The attack is psychological, but powerful. So don't listen, remember that, do not listen."

"You would like that?"

"Intensely."

"But wouldn't that drive you out of Regan?"

"It would bring us together."

"You and Regan?"

"You and us."

"There are no experts. You probably know as much about possession than most priests. Look, your daughter doesn't say she's a demon. She says she's the devil himself. And if you've seen as many psychotics as I have, you'd know it's like saying you're Napoleon Bonaparte."

"Would you like some bourbon in that, father?"

"Well, my doctor says I shouldn't but thank God my will is weak."

"Do you keep any drugs in your house?"

"No, of course not, nothing like that."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, of course I'm sure. I'd tell you. Christ, I don't even smoke grass."

"I think it might be helpful if I gave you some background on the different personalities Regan has manifested. So far, I'd say there seem to be three. She's convinced..."

"There is only one."

"Is there someone inside you?"

"Sometimes."

"Who is it?"

"I don't know."

"Is it Captain Howdy?"

"No."

"I'm afraid."

"Why her? Why this girl?"

"I think the point is to make us despair. To see ourselves as... animal and ugly. To make us reject the possibility that God could love us."

"Mirabile dictu, don't you agree?"

"You speak Latin?"

"Ego te absolvo."

"Quod nomen mihi est?"

"Bon Jour."

"La plume de ma tante."

"I cast you out! Unclean spirit!"

"Shove it up your ass, you faggot!"

"In the Name of our Lord Jesus Christ! It is he who commands you! It is he who flung you from the gates of Heaven to the depths of Hell!"

"Fuck him!"

"Fuck him, Karras! Fuck him!"

"You son of a bitch!"

"Take me! Come into me! God damn you! Take me! Take me!"

"NOOOO!"

"If certain British doctors never asked 'What is this fungus?' we wouldn't today have penicillin, correct?"

"I thought you were supposed to be an expert on this."

"Shall we summon the writer? He's in Paris."

"Hiding?"

"Fucking."

"My idea of Heaven is a solid white nightclub with me as a headliner for all eternity, and they LOVE me."

"There isn't a day in my life when I haven't felt like a fraud. I mean priests, doctors, I've talked to them all. I don't know anyone who hasn't felt that."

"Oh no, that was no spasm. I got on the bed. The whole bed was thumping and rising off the floor and shaking. The whole thing, with me on it!"

"Mrs. MacNeil, the problem with your daughter is not her bed; it's her brain."

"Well, he does know the background. I doubt there's any danger in just having him assist. There should be a psychiatrist present, anyway."

"What about the exorcist? Have you any ideas?"

"How about Lankester Merrin?"

"Merrin? Why, I'd a notion he was over in Iraq. I think I read he was working on a dig near Nineveh."

"Yeah, you're right, Mike, but he's finished. He came back three or four months ago. He's at Woodstock now."

"What's he doing there? Teaching?"

"No, he's working on another book."

"Don't you think he's too old, Tom? How's his health?"

"He must be all right, he's still running around digging up tombs. Besides, he's had experience."

"I didn't know that."

"Ten, twelve years ago, I think, in Africa. The exorcism supposedly lasted several months. I heard it damn near killed him."

"Tell me, was it public relations you did for the Gestapo or community relations?"

"I'm Swiss!"

"Oh, of course. And you never went bowling with Goebbels before either, I suppose? Nazi bastard."

"You show me Regan's double, same face, same voice, everything. And I'd know it wasn't Regan. I'd know in my gut. And I'm telling you that 'thing' upstairs isn't my daughter. Now, I want you to tell me that you know for a fact that there's nothing wrong with my daughter, except in her mind. You tell me for a fact that an exorcism wouldn't do any good. You tell me that!"

"What is your daughter's middle name, Mrs. MacNeil?"

"Teresa."

"What a lovely name."

"You go to films, Father Dyer? You like them?"

"Oh, sure."

"I get passes. In fact I've got a pass for the Crest tomorrow night. You'd like to go?"

"What's playing?"

"Wuthering Heights."

"Who's in it?"

"Heathcliff, Jackie Gleason, and in the role of Catherine Earnshaw, Lucille Ball. You're happy?"

"I've seen it."

"It looks like a type of disorder that you rarely ever see any more, except in primitive cultures. We call it a somnambuliform possession."

"Look, I'm telling you again and you'd better believe it: I'm not about to put her in a goddamn asylum! And I don't care what you call it! I'm not putting her away!"

"I'm sorry."

"You're sorry! Jesus Christ, 88 doctors and all you can tell me with all of your bullshit is..."

"There is one outside chance for a cure. I think of it as shock treatment. As I say, there is an outside chance..."

"Will you just name it, for God's sake? What is it?"

"Do you have any religious beliefs?"

"No."

"What about your daughter?"

"No, why?"

"Have you ever heard of exorcism?"

"You're telling me that I should take my daughter to a witch doctor? Is that it?"

"Well, give me an example. Like what specifically did she say?"

"Specifically, Mrs. MacNeil, she advised me to 'keep my fingers away from her goddamned cunt.'"

"Mother? What's wrong with me?"

"It's just like the doctor said. It's nerves, and that's all. You just take your pills and you'll be fine, really. Okay?"

"Captain Howdy, do you think my mom's pretty?... Captain Howdy?... Captain Howdy, that isn't very nice!"

"Well, maybe he's sleeping."