God: [Reading newspaper] Jesus Christ...
Jesus: [Appearinf from above the clouds] Yes Sir ?
God: [Looking to Jesus] It's nothing. It's just an expression they have down there.
[Taking a sort of walkytalky]
God: Send me your best angel for a delicate mission.
[Angel entering. Humming with earphones playing music]
God: [God clearing his throat while the angel is still humming] Take this Walkman off.
[Angel still humming and listening to her music]
God: Please ! Take this Walkman... OFF !
[Angel putting off her earphones; sighing; putting her hands on God's desk]
God: Fingers !
[Angel getting her fingers off God's desk]
God: Well... I would like you to go down to Earth. I have the feeling that they have spoiled this beautiful and simple thing I've called... love.
Angel: Yes Sir !
Jesus: [re-entering] Father why don't you send me ?
God: Pff... Last time it was a disaster.