'Bless me Father, for I have sinned. 
I have been with a loose girl.' 
 
The priest asks, 'Is that you, little Joey Pagano?'

'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 Mazzarelli?' 
 
'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 DiAngelo, then?' 
'Please, Father, I cannot tell you.' 

The priest sighs in frustration. 'You're very tight lipped, 
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 ?' 
 
'Four months holiday and five good leads...'