Kevin: Do you want some brotherly advice?
Joan: No thank you, Sir Dumped-A-Lot.
Old Lady (God): The Persians make the most beautiful rugs in the world. Not that I play favorites.
Will: You should take a break every now and then unwind.
Luke: No, I actually like the winding better.
Joan: (sighs) So the fourth dimension is--
Grace: Is time.
Joan: Right. I knew that. You explain it a lot.
Grace: So do you get it now?
God: I know how hard this was for you. But now you know how much more you're capable of.
Joan: Why does that scare me?
God: 'Cause you know that everyday you'll face things that you can't foresee. You know you can't avoid 'em. You just have to adapt , keep going.
Joan: I'm gonna look like a total dork knitting, no offense.
God: You have important work ahead of you. It requires work and understanding.
Joan: What work?
(The bus pulls up)
Joan: It was a simple question.
God: Finish the scarf, Joan.
Joan: But I don't even know where it is anymore. Ugh!
(Luke is stoned. He panics and rushes toward the window, hitting it and falling backward onto the floor. Friedman leans over him. He looks very concerned)
Luke: What do you like about this (marijuana), Friedman?
Friedman: Nothing anymore.