Kevin: Ever get the strange feeling you're being discussed?
Luke: I never get that.
Kevin: Because you're too boring.
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Sammy: You don't happen to have any references on you.
Joan: No, but I was sent by God...
(He looks at her like she's crazy)
Joan: She said! Revealing her acerbic wit!
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Joan: So you're a science geek, right?
Luke: I prefer "man of science."
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Will: Helen, Canada's where people go when they can't really afford to go on a vacation.
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God: I'm omniscient, Joan - it comes with the job.
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Joan: Let's see a miracle.
Cute Boy (God): How about that?
Joan: It's a tree.
Cute Boy (God): Let's see you make one.
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Helen: Let's sit down to a normal family brekfast.
Luke: Yeah, let's try something new.
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Will: Did you happen to see his shoes?
Joan: Oh, yeah. I think they were Gucci.
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Sammy: (on the phone) Is it breathing? It's moving? It's hopping? If it's hopping it's not dead!
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Luke: So, what you do is that you shoot these photons at this piece of paper--
Joan: And a pervert appears in the yard.
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Luke: As the great physicist Faraday once said, "Nothing is too wonderful to be true."
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Joan: What about my hair?
Luke: It's on your head.
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Joan: Who are you?
Cute Boy (God): I've known you since before you were born, Joan.
Joan: I'm going to ask you one more time.
Cute Boy (God): I'm God.
Joan: You're what?
Cute Boy (God): God.
Joan: Don't ever...talk to me again.
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