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.
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.
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.