Buster contemplates my battered 40-year old paperback dictionary, wondering if the word "Catholic" is pronounced "Cat-holic," which he interprets to be a cat-crazy religious corporation full of people addicted to domestic felines. And as such he expects all those old men in Vatican City will finally give the world Pope Buster! As you can see, he is striking a dramatic pose exuding leadership and grace. Frankly, I think they should appoint him.
