Cathy: Let go.
Heathcliff: No.
Cathy: Give me the jacket! You ungrateful little...
Priest: I will take you from among the heathen and gather you out of all countries and will bring you into your own land. Then will I sprinkle clean water upon you an ye shall be clean. From all your filthiness and all your idols will I cleanse you. (To Mr Earnshaw)And what will be 'is name?
Mr Earnshaw: Heathcliff.
Priest: Heathcliff, do you reject satan? Come on. Don’t struggle now. Be still!
Mr Earnshaw: Heathcliff! Heathcliff!
Cathy Cathy! Cathy!
Cathy: He’s gone!