Grace: I think I actually lost body weight from boredom.
Grace: What is with all this trying, Girardi? You're like a stranger to me.
Joan: Am I losing Adam?
Geek (God): People don't really belong to each other, Joan regardless of what contract they sign. They choose each other every day.
Adam: Love…it's like a mental illness or something.
Lilly: Thinking you're the worst person in the world is no different than thinking you're the best. It's giving yourself a place in the universe you haven't earned.
Joan: I don't know!
Ms. Lischak: Pre-emptive ignorance, Ms. Girardi. I haven't asked a question.
Little Girl (God): They all move towards spiritual growth and enlightenment.
Joan: Yeah, that's really going to work with the kids.
Joan: When did you know you were going to marry Dad?
Helen: About a week before the wedding.
Kevin: Is this a popular nun hangout?
Lilly: There's no such thing as a popular nun.
Joan: I don't get it. These poems are supposed to be romantic but they're all about death.
Luke: Death is romantic.
Grace: Especially when there's blood.
Luke: Or a plague.
Lilly: Evil is charming and beautiful. It makes you doubt yourself. It asks for one small compromise after another until it whittles you down. And it functions best when no one believes in it.
Helen: He thinks (Lucy's) great, and that I'm just being paranoid...which is...probably true.
Lilly: Really. Yeah, no, I'm sure you are not intuitive. You're just a woman, and an artist.
Little Girl (God): Romance serves a purpose. It's a meditative state. It puts logic to sleep so that people can come together. Otherwise you guys probably wouldn't risk it.
Lilly: Okay. Well, um, I’ve had about as much fun as a girl can have in one night.
Kevin: No. I’m sorry. I really am sorry. Stay. I’ll -- I’ll be charming. I’ll be ebullient, even. I feel ebullience coming on.
Lilly: I’ve never liked cleaning up committee.
Kevin: Look, I was horrible to her, okay? I have some residual guilt. You of all people should understand.
Lilly: Quick story before I go, okay? Um, the reason I became a nun is because after the second time I stole money from my blind grandmother to run away from home to join a surfing colony, I decided that I was such a horrible person that no normal remedy could save me. Thinking you’re the worst person in the world is no different than thinking you’re the best. It’s giving yourself a place in the universe you haven’t earned. Thanks for dinner.
Little Girl (God): And they all lived happily ever after?
(She turns around)
Little Girl (God): There's a surprise. (scoffs) You guys really like that ending.
Joan: Yeah, well, you have a better one?
Little Girl (God): They all moved towards spiritual growth and enlightenment?
Joan: Yeah. That's gonna work with the kids.
Little Girl (God): Ever notice that the guy always has to risk his life and the girl is nearly dead when he finds her? It takes a kiss to wake her up and they ride off together. It's a nice metaphor.
Joan: For what?
Little Girl (God): Death and resurrection.
Joan: Yeah. Well, that's a fun party game.
Little Girl (God): It happens all the time. The illusion dies so that something deeper can take its place.
(Joan sits down)
Joan: Are you saying that... Adam and I are an illusion?
Little Girl (God): Romance serves a purpose. It’s a meditative state. It puts logic to sleep so that people can come together. Otherwise you guys probably wouldn't risk it.
Joan: Why did you have to make love so complicated? I mean... couldn't that one thing been easy?
Little Girl (God): Love is big. It's a bright light in the universe and a bright light casts a big shadow. So, what do you wanna do, Joan?
Joan: (sighs) How am I supposed to know?
Little Girl (God): By looking at it. Real love is hard work; you have to decide if you want it in your story. Or if you'd rather just stay in the dream.