Jed stands in the aisle as the huge heavy doors all bang shut. He stares toward the front of the church with an angry look. Finally, he begins what will probably be remembered as one of television's most powerful diatribes against God: "You're a son of a bitch, you know that?" He starts walking slowly toward the front of the church. "She bought her first new car and you hit her with a drunk driver. What, is that supposed to be funny? 'You can't conceive, nor can I, the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God,' says Graham Greene. I don't know whose ass he was kissing there, 'cause I think you're just vindictive. What was Josh Lyman, a warning shot? That was my son." His voice wavers slightly on the word "son." "What did I ever do to yours but praise his glory and praise his name? There's a tropical storm that's gaining speed and power. They say we haven't had a storm this bad since you took out that tender ship of mine in the north Atlantic last year. Sixty-eight crew. You know what a tender ship does? Fixes the other ships. Doesn't even carry guns. Just goes around fixing other ships and delivers the mail. That's all it can do. Gratias tibi ago, domine. Yes, I lied. It was a sin. I've committed many sins. Have I displeased you, you feckless thug? Three point eight million jobs, that wasn't good? Bailed out Mexico, increased foreign trade, thirty million new acres of land for conservation, put Mendoza on the bench, we're not fighting a war, I've raised three children." He ascends a short set of stairs. "That's not enough to buy me out of the doghouse? Haec credam a deo pio? A deo iusto, a deo scito? Cruciatus in crucem. Tuus in terra servus, nuntius fui. Officium perfeci. Cruciatus in crucem. Eas in crucem!" I feel the viewing audience shuddering; you'd have to be kind of thick, even if you don't know a word of Latin (which was not subtitled), not to get the gist of what he just said. Jed descends the stairs, pauses, lights the cigarette he was carrying around, and takes a puff. He chucks it contemptuously on the floor and mashes it out with his foot. He turns and glances toward the front of the church again, and angrily announces, "You get Hoynes!" He turns and walks out of the church, as the camera slowly rises to focus on the large rose window, which one journalist likened to the "eye of God."