Oh, how is she, Father?
Ma'am your daughter...
Oh no. I know my daughter, Father Merrin and that thing in there is not my daughter.
Mrs. MacNeil, I believe you're right. After a couple of tests, I've come to the conclusion that Reagan is being possessed by the devil himself.
Oh...oh my God.
So...so what are you going to do?
What do you mean?
For my daughter, Father. What are you going to do free her from this?
OH...Yeah, no. I'm not going to do anything. Have a good one!
What are you talking about? You just told me that the DEVIL is in that bedroom!
I know! Isn't it great?
Great!?!? Father, how can you say that?
Mrs. MacNeil do you know who the devil is? Do you know what he does? Now we have him trapped in a little girl's bedroom and you want me to cast him out? ARE YOU INSANE?!?!?!?
Father, he's torturing my daughter. He's bruising her body and twisting her head and...well, let's not even talk about that thing with the crucifix.
Okay, I admit that...wasn't great. But you know what else isn't great? Rapists. Serial killers. Dictators. Mrs. MacNeil, the creature that's possessing your daughter is responsible for literally every bad thing on earth. As far as I'm concerned, if he's keeping himself busy tormenting a random little girl, he won't have the time to commit much, MUCH bigger atrocities.
So, what? You're just not gonna help me?
I'm sorry, Mrs. MacNeil. I'm afraid you're gonna have to take one for the team on this one..
I don't understand. What am I supposed to do now?
I guess you just gotta learn to live with it.
Hey! Whoa! Where are you going? Don't you know how this works....And he's gone. Welp! I've really screwed myself over this time. Guess I better go get some cool clothes that fit a little girl. Looks like I'm gonna be here for a while.