I'm what you call a deathbed Catholic.

I get a wild hair up my nose and I want to go.

I only go to mass when somebody asks me, but when I get in trouble I call for a priest.

I've made my peace with myself.

I was always the second heavy.

My father was always telling himself no one was perfect, not even my mother.

I’ve made upwards of a million bucks in the cops and robbers business.