- Terry Dean: I'm dead aren't I? Where the hell am I? You God?
- God: You're not a religious man are you, Mr Dean?
- Terry Dean: No but, I did plan to get very religious just before I died. You know, just in case.
- God: Yes.
- Terry Dean: Left it a bit late, didn't I?
- God: Hmmm. Let me put it in language you'll understand. You're on probation, Mr Dean. Think of me as your probation officer.
- Terry Dean: Probation officer? Sure.
- God: I've been through your sheet, Mr Dean. You have a criminal record that started when you were nine years old.
- Terry Dean: Yeah, well... I don't suppose I can lie to you, Sir.
- God: You can try. You're almost a mystery. In your entire life you did nothing but take. Yet at the end you gave the noblest gift; you gave your life for another being.
- Terry Dean: Well it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.
- God: Rubbish! It was instinct. If you'd had time to think you wouldn't have done it. Nevertheless, your instinct has earned you another chance. Probation, Mr Dean.
- Terry Dean: How does that work?
- God: You will go back and dedicate yourself to helping others. Giving not taking. You will become an Angel of Mercy.
- Terry Dean: An angel? Me?
- God: Probationary. Strictly on a trial basis. You will not speak of this incident to anyone.
- Terry Dean: Your honour, does this happen all the time when people get sent back to help out?
- God: From time to time, worthy people are chosen to be Angels of Mercy. But these are difficult times, Mr Dean. In this century you're the first scumbag we've sent back.
- Terry Dean: Scumbag? That's a bit much, isn't it? Scumbag?