"Ye haven't left us any place to pray!" Murphy spat angrily. "Those fuckin' benches an' walls, ye didn't even leave us a fuckin' one of them! Where's the candles? The votives for us to light for our fucking family? Ye want to reinforce it, make the place even more of a fortress, ye should have done it with some fucking respect and with realization that some of your shipmates would take offense to a really fucking insulting desecration of their religion."

"We pray here, because we cannot go to Mass. We pray here because all we've got between us an' whatever the fucking hell is ought there is a bunch of fuckin' guns, a bible, an' our Lord. We cannot give confession, we cannot observe communion, so like fucking hell we're letting you take this from us in its entirety."