Campbell: Brother Desmond, what are you doing?
Desmond: Well, I believe I'm getting pissed on our lovely wine.
Campbell: That bottle of our lovely win fetches over 100 quid. We've only bottled 108 cases this year.
Desmond: Well, it's just as well we've taken a vow of poverty then, isn't it?
Campbell: We've also taken a vow of charity.
(Brother Campbell sits down, Desmond passes him the wine, but Campbell pushes it away)
Campbell: Something tells me, Desmond, that you're not cut out to be a monk.
Desmond: Well, you know, I've had a tough week. (pause) I'm sorry for the wine. I'll take the penance.
Campbell: I'm afraid you're beyond penance, Desmond.
Desmond: Brother Desmond.
Campbell: Not anymore.