'Well, father, just like those Crips and Bloods, you're culpable, because you joined the gang, man.'

(Just got around to watching Three Billboards Outside Ebbing Missouri and found this angry and effective dialogue from Mildred talking to a local priest, kinda shocking, showing how the pedophile priest crimes have ebbed into our cultural infrastructure [yay] so transcribed it, and posted it here:)

Mildred:  You know what I was thinking about today?  I was thinking about those street gangs they have down in Los Angeles the Crips and Bloods.   And I was thinking about those laws they came up with in the 1980s I think it was to combat those street gangs, those Crips and those Bloods.  And if I remember rightly the gist of what those new laws was saying was if you join one of these gangs and you run with them and down the block one night unbeknownst to you one of your fellow Crips or your fellow Bloods shoot up a place or stab a guy, well then even though you may not know nothing about it and even though you may have just been standing on the street corner minding your own business, what these new laws said was, you're still culpable.  You're still culpable by the very act of having joined those Crips and Bloods in the first place. 

Which got me thinking, father, that whole type of situation is kind of like you church boys ain’t it.  You got your colors, you got your club house, your for want of a better word a gang.  And if you're upstairs smoking a pipe and reading your Bible while one of your fellow gang members is downstairs fucking an altar boy, well, father, just like those Crips and just like those Bloods, you're culpable, because you joined the gang, man.  I don't care if you never did shit and you never saw shit and you never heard shit, you joined the gang, you're culpable.  And when a person is culpable to altar boy fucking or any kind of boy fucking, [or child fucking] because I know you guys didn't really narrow that down, then you kind of forfeit the right to come into my house and say anything about me or my life or my daughter  or my billboards.  So why don’t you just finish up your tea, there, father and get the fuck out of my kitchen.