Paulie: You didn't go to hell. You went to purgatory, my friend.
Chris: I forgot all about purgatory.
Paulie: Purgatory. A little detour on the way to paradise.
Chris: How long you think we stay there?
Paulie: Now that's different for everybody. You add up all your mortal sins and multiply that number by 50. Then you add up all your venial sins and multiply that by 25. You add them together, that's your sentence. I figure I have to do about 6000 years before I get accepted into heaven. And 6000 years is nothing in eternity terms. I can do that standing on my head. It's like a couple of days here.
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Paulie: Twenty-three years of donations... and this guy sees this hanging over me?
Priest: You shouldn't have seen a psychic. It's divination, the devil... and completely unsanctioned by the Church. Psychics are heretics and thieves who practice witchcraft. There's no validity to anything he told you. Your problem's a spiritual matter.
Paulie: Maybe. But irregardless, I should've had immunity to all of this shit. I should have been covered by my donations. When the organ needed a reed job, who was there? When the priests and altar boys needed new whites, who picked up the tab?
Priest: You should've come to me first. This wouldn't have happened. But don't worry, Paul. I'm here. I can help you.
Paulie: It's too late. You been slacking off on me. You left me unprotected. I'm cutting you off for good. You ain't never gonna see another dime from me.
The Sopranos