Bob's Father

God: Look, I know your father was a jerk to you, but you don't know what was in his heart.

Bob Allman: Oh, don't do this. Don't give me that crap. I don't care what was in his heart. He never shared it with me.

God: You're right, and you're right to be mad at him, but it's not your job to forgive him; it's mine.

Bob Allman: Yeah, well.

God: Did you know your grandfather?

Bob Allman: What? No, he never talked about him.

God: Now he was a scary guy.

Bob Allman: Oh, so that makes it ok for my dad to treat me bad? Hah, liberals.

God: No, that's not what I'm saying. Look, bob. Ok, picture this long line of fathers and sons stretching from Adam all the way down to Andy. Now they're all passing down this punch. From one generation to the next, father to son, and the trick is to pass on a softer punch.

[God pulls down his glasses revealing a small portion of his eyes]

God: Your father passed on a softer punch.