Joan: You hurt me, really bad. Why should I trust you again?
Cute Boy God: Why did you ever?
Joan: Look we had some good times, and I'm fine with You, ya know being the Divine 'It.' But I don't want to see You anymore. It's not You, it's me. I'm just, I'm not the girl for you. I had a taste of normal, and I really liked it. You know, I really enjoyed being optimistic, and making my lamps.
Cute Boy God: [after Joan refuses to talk to Him or believe He's real] Don't you miss me a little?
Joan: [lying] No.
[whispers after a long pause]
Joan: Please go.
Cute Boy God: Don't you miss yourself? Because I do.
Cute Boy God: You know I'm real, Joan. You've always known, you're not crazy. Then you got chance to see what it really looks like. Crazy is destructive, it tears down. I'm all about building up.
Joan: Then I suggest you take up carpentry.
Cute Boy God: What do you think this is all about?
Joan: Uh, you I suppose.
Cute Boy God: It's a creation, Joan. It's not a destruction. And that's what I want you to do. I want you to be creative, I want you to build things.
Joan: I build lamps!
Cute Boy God: Relationships, possibilities, connections.
[Pulls a book from His jacket pocket]
Cute Boy God: Look, have you read this?
Joan: You stole that!
Cute Boy God: Well, technically everything's mine.