Good night

Rev. Headley:
[after Julia has escorted the inebriated Rev. Headley back to his cabin]
I want to thank you for not mentioning my strange luggage. Julia Sturges:
Are you a minister? Rev. Headley:
Priest. Or, rather, I was until last week. At three o'clock on April the eighth, my duties, my privileges, as a servant of God were formally terminated. It was this. [indicating a bottle] Rev. Headley:
You know why I started, at least the reason I gave myself? A priest in a slum parish knows all the sadness of the world. He needs support. I used to lean on a little Hennessey's. Just a little at first. People said, "Well, that's only natural. Young Father has a bad cold." But it got so I used to have those colds in the middle of July. Lots of 'em. I can hear the bishop's voice now: "You prefer that stuff to your God?" Well, God and I knew better, but I couldn't stop because I had a private devil all my own. In Rome, they were very kind, but they were very final. I was sacked, and prayed for, and sent off in the morning. How do you cover that in ten words, in a wireless, to a family that loved you and sacrificed for you? [pause] Rev. Headley:
You see, my dear lady, you're not the only one who walks in trouble. Julia Sturges:
[after a pause, understandingly]
Good night