"Yes, Father, it is."
"And who was the girl you were with?"
"I can't tell you, Father, I don't want to ruin her reputation."
"Well, Joey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?'"
"I cannot say."
"Was it Teresa Volpe?"
"'I'll never tell."
"'Was it Nina Capelli?"
"'I'm sorry, but I cannot name her."
"'Was it Cathy Piriano?"
"'My lips are sealed."
"'Was it Rosa Di Angelo, then?"
"'Please, Father, I cannot tell you."
The priest sighs in frustration. "You're very tight lipped, Joey Parisi, and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself."
Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and whispers, "What'd you get?"
"4 months vacation and five good leads."