Don't forget to put us up for that Nobel prize.

Spyro:

You requested our presence? Reverend Dorsey:
Yes, the mayor called me today. Damien:
And how is our friend, the mayor? Reverend Dorsey:
He's very upset. Especially over this grocery store business. Spyro:
Oh, yeah. I heard somethin' about that. I heard the old man had a chattery side. Reverend Dorsey:
Now Marvin Bookman is an old man. You know that sometimes Old men make mistakes. [They all sit down] Damien:
Old men better learn, Reverend. Reverend Dorsey:
Well, sometimes we have to reach deep within ourselves to find forgiveness. Perhaps I should also mention that Johnny Bookman is a very high profile person? Spyro:
I met the great man. I wasn't impressed. Reverend Dorsey:
The media, brothers. Now it's going to be very hard to do business in a goldfish bowl. And the Mayor can't keep looking the other way forever. Spyro:
So shine him on. And get Bookman on a plane out of here! Is that your sermon of the day? Reverend Dorsey:
Look... I'm just trying to keep peace in the community. Spyro:
As always, you make good sense, Reverend. The Rebs will talk to the family. What else do you get out of this. Reverend Dorsey:
Well, I am negotiating for an expansion of my homeless shelter. Perhaps a gesture of brotherly love certainly wouldn't hurt my efforts, huh? So we'll call a truce. And you don't have to worry about Johnny Bookman. He understands the streets. Damien:
[getting up]
Sure. Brotherly love, Reverend. Spyro:
Don't forget to put us up for that Nobel prize. [They leave the chapel]