"How long since your last confession, my son?"
"Ah, it's been, what, 27 hours."
"It's really too often, my son. You're not that bad."
"I don't know, Father. I snuck a cigarette. Or two. I didn't make it home in time for dinner. And I, uh, I struck a movie star in anger."
"Alright. Five Hail Mary's"