Joan of Arcadia2003

Cute Boy God:
Joan, I need to talk to you.

Joan:
Unless I'm missing something, we are talking.

Cute Boy God:
I want to be honest.

Joan:
Okay, who are you?

Cute Boy God:
I saw you today.

Joan:
Saw me where?

Cute Boy God:
Outside of your house. Look, I didn't mean to scare you.

Joan:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. That was you? [He nods] That guy was an old guy.

Cute Boy God:
Okay, this is the difficult part. I don't always look the same.

Joan:
What are you talking about? What do you want with me? 'Cause I'm gonna warn you, my dad's a cop. He's not just any cop he is *the* cop.

Cute Boy God:
I know who your father is, Joan. He's Will Girardi, he's born September 4th, 1955, in Chicago. His father was Gerald Girardi, his mother was Elena Monroe. He had an uneventful childhood, attended Mother Cabrini high school, and Morten Junior College. After that he joined the police force in 1980. Then he met your mother, one Helen Brodie, she was an art school drop out. You're the middle child of three. About a year and a half ago your older brother, Kevin was in a car accident. Fractured his back, left him a paraplegic. You have one other brother, Luke, who's fifteen. Your favorite color's green, you love salt on cantaloupe, Jim Das broke your hear in eighth grade. And you're afraid of clowns.

Joan:
Who are you?

Cute Boy God:
I've known you since before you were born, Joan.

Joan:
I'll ask you one more time.

Cute Boy God:
I'm God.