- Goth Kid God: Hello, Joan.
- Joan Girardi: Oh. So, you're God. Why don't you tell me why I turned Adam into a dog? Is it because he's faithful and loyal or because he just ran off?
- Goth Kid God: Sometimes a dog is just a dog.
- Joan Girardi: [passing by, another student roughly bumps into her] Could you exert a little control over your creations?
- Goth Kid God: Flocks of birds, packs of dogs, you know, people, once they gather, things happen. I don't interfere. It's part of the rules.
- Joan Girardi: I didn't do it.
- Kevin Girardi: Can you keep it down?
- Helen Girardi: Do you have any idea how this makes me look? The same day Price practically vaporizes me, you egg his car.
- Joan Girardi: I was framed!
- Kevin Girardi: [making popcorn] I can't hear the popping.
- Helen Girardi: You were holding a carton of eggs.
- Joan Girardi: Yes! Which someone basically stuck in my hands. What was I supposed to do?
- Helen Girardi: Who would do that?
- Kevin Girardi: Mom, it's high school. Who wouldn't do that?
- Joan Girardi: Yeah! See? Even Kevin believes me.
- Helen Girardi: Well, if you did it, part of me would understand. He's a filthy little cockroach.
- Kevin Girardi: Nice!
- Will Girardi: [entering] I'm home.
- Helen Girardi: I didn't say that.
- Will Girardi: You and Joan, that was a fight?
- Helen Girardi: We decided to unite against a common enemy. Price accused her of egging his car, and gave her community service painting.
- Joan Girardi: [leaving] I didn't do it!
- Will Girardi: Are we buying that?
- Helen Girardi: Why not? I tell you, if I'd been there, I might have lobbed a few eggs myself.
- Will Girardi: Rough day?
- Helen Girardi: Hey, who gives community service for egging a car? She's supposed to be writing a paper this weekend.
- Will Girardi: She should take my paint sprayer. Save time. I did the whole garage in a weekend.
- Helen Girardi: And half the lawn.
- Will Girardi: I was still learning how to use it.
- Helen Girardi: I'm thinking about going back to school, you know. Uh, just taking a break from teaching.
- Will Girardi: Where is this coming from?
- Helen Girardi: They cut my budget. Apparently, art isn't a priority.
- Will Girardi: You should call the Louvre and tell them.
- Big Tough Guy God: Hey, there, Joanie.
- Joan Girardi: I'm still waiting. I don't know why you had to put me through all this. Nothing added up. Nothing happened.
- Big Tough Guy God: Things happened.
- Joan Girardi: Where? When?
- Big Tough Guy God: Why are you doubting me?
- Joan Girardi: Before, when you'd tell me what to do, maybe I'd screw up and stuff, but by the end, I would see something.
- Big Tough Guy God: So you think you had no effect?
- Joan Girardi: Yeah.
- Big Tough Guy God: Ah. You remember Emily Dickinson?
- Joan Girardi: Yeah. You can sing all of her poems to "Yellow Rose of Texas".
- [he looks confused]
- Joan Girardi: [singing] Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me.
- Big Tough Guy God: Hmm. "Faith is the pierless bridge supporting what we see, unto the same we do not, too slender for the eye."
- Joan Girardi: I don't think that goes with "Yellow Rose of Texas".
- Big Tough Guy God: Seeing the results of your actions is not important. Only the actions are. Like a recluse who wrote poems she never published. Yet here they are, touching people a hundred years later. Your work out is out there, Joanie. You just got to have faith.