Joan of Arcadia2003

Cute Boy God:
Remember me?

Joan Girardi:
Why all the familiar looks? Doing the greatest hits, or are you getting a little pleased with yourself?

Cute Boy God:
You see me the way you want to see me, Joan. Like right now, you're mad at me... maybe you feel safer being mad at me when I look like this.

Joan Girardi:
You have a lot to answer for, buddy! No one asks to be born!... So we all get to die, and then everyone we love dies?

Cute Boy God:
Yeah.

Joan Girardi:
And... and that's good for you?

Cute Boy God:
Joan, there's nothing about death that I can say that would make sense to you.

Joan Girardi:
A lot of what happens here really sucks, so much for your... perfect system... Can you see me being really mad at you right now?

Cute Boy God:
Yes.

Joan Girardi:
Why does it have to be so hard?

Cute Boy God:
What specifically?

Joan Girardi:
Being alive, let's start there.

Cute Boy God:
You wish you weren't alive?

Joan Girardi:
No! I... I don't know. I wish... it didn't... hurt so much.

Cute Boy God:
It hurts because you feel it, Joan... because you're alive. You love people, that generates a lot of power, a lot of energy. The same kind of energy that binds atoms together, we've all seen what happens when you try to pry them apart.

Joan Girardi:
So, if I don't get attached to people then... it won't hurt so much?

Cute Boy God:
No, it's in your nature to get attached to people, I put that in the recipe. It's when you guys try to ignore that... when you try to go it alone, that's when it gets ugly. It's hell.

Cute Boy God:
It's Hell? Like the Hell?