[Alex Murphy]

“Well, we knew there was something wrong with him the moment we picked him up from the airport,” longtime friend Roger McNerney told Eye of the Tiber. “When we asked how things were going, he just sat back, took a deep breath and said, “‘Deus bonum est, my friends…Deus…bonum…est.’” McNerney went on to say that he and other friends are suspicious that Tate sometimes just makes up his own Latin, ending English words with -eum and -eus, knowing that no one else knows the language, and therefore cannot call him out on it.

[Kenny Bunk]

Deus Bon -UM?

NOT. Dominic go friscum.

[BitWielder1]

Ixnay on the atin-lay.

[Cicero]

Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres, quarum Unum. . . .

No, wait, that’s a quote from a guy on the other team . . . .

[ArrogantBustard]

First off, you'll find an excellent RCIA program at Christendom College. You might want to check it out.

Secondly, those North Korean Army chicks are probably closer to being orthodox Christians than the LCWR.

AND ... they're better looking.

[Carpe Cerevisi]

Charley: Dominus vobiscum nabisco. Espiritu sanctum. De gustibus.

Prisoner:
[hands Johnny a part of a tommy gun] So long, Johnny.

Charley:
Me gustibus. You gustibus. We missed the bus. They missed the bus.

Prisoner:
[hands Johnny another piece of the gun] Be brave, huh, Johnny.

Charley:
When’s the next bus?

Johnny Dangerously:
[begins putting the gun together behind the wardens back] Always, Nails.

Charley:
Summa cum laude. Magna cum laude. The radio’s too laude. Adeste fidelis.

Prisoner:
[gives Johnny another piece] Good luck, Johnny.

Charley:
Centra fidelis. High fidelis.

Johnny Dangerously:
[struggling to put it together] Why didn’t I take shop?

Charley:
Post meridian. Ante meridian. Uncle meridian. All of the little meridians.

Prisoner:
[adds another piece] Bye bye, Johnny.

Johnny Dangerously:
[adds piece to gun] Bye, Rock.

Charley:
Magna carta. Master charga.

Prisoner:
[hands piece to Johnny] Spit in his eye, Johnny!

Johnny Dangerously:
[finishes putting the gun together] OK, rabbi.

Charley:
[opens his bible to reveal the guns clip] Dum procellas. Lotsa Vitalis.

[count-your-change]

Ummmm....I think I can do the p-suedeo Latin.

Duo fistus, cranium orbitus, et linoleum.