Groundhog Day1993

Rita:
I'm sorry? What was that again?

Phil:
I'm a god.

Rita:
You're God.

Phil:
I'm a god — I'm not the God, I don't think.

Rita:
Because you survived a car wreck?

Phil:
I didn't just survive a wreck; I wasn't just blown up yesterday. I have been stabbed, shot, poisoned, frozen, hung, electrocuted and burned.

Rita:
Oh, really?

Phil:
[nods] Every morning I wake up without a scratch on me, not a dent in the fender: I am an immortal.

Doris:
Special today is blueberry waffles—

Rita:
Why are you telling me this?

Phil:
Because I want you to believe in me.

Rita:
You're not a god. You can take my word for it; this is 12 years of Catholic school talkin'.

Phil:
How do you know I'm not a god? How do you know?

Rita:
Because it's not possible!