Mr. Price: (discussing career day) The point of this afternoon is to pretend that you might one day make a valuable contribution to society. Perhaps you could play along. For example, Ms. Polk, you might want to look into journalism, which is a profession where they actually pay people to be cynical and disaffected.
Cute Boy (God): Joan, there's nothing I could say about (dying) that would make sense to you.
Luke: You know, it's becoming increasingly obvious the only thing we have in common is DNA.
Joan: Do you need any help?
Will: Do you have any?
Joan: What kind of system is it?
Little Girl (God): A perfect one. Trust me.
(There is a long pause)
Joan: I'm listening...
Little Girl (God): I'm finished.
Adam: I hate November.
Grace: How can you hate a month?
Luke: (to Kevin) It's your turn to set the table.
Kevin: My arms are tired!
Grace: What if you just want to live in your car? Where's the booth for that?
Adam: Dude, you have a car?
Adam: Jane, did I know you were coming over?