Show Me Your Cock Suckin' Face

JESUS
I forgive you.

LT
Why? Jesus! Why me? Why can't I wash
the ashes from my forehead, year
after year after year? And why am I
still drunk on your blood, the taste
of your flesh on my tongue? Worst of
all, why can't I feel the nails in
my palms, the spear in my side, the
crown of thorns round my head? Why
do I have to know, over and over,
that it was you. You who died; died
for my sins! And that I will die for
nothing. Why?

JESUS kneels down, knee to knee, face to face with LT.

JESUS
I forgive you.

LT
Why do I dream every night of the
whore who brought you water on your
road to death? And why have I never
forgotten that if she, then I --