Joan of Arcadia2003

Joan:
Okay, so let's say you're God.

Cute Boy God:
Thank you.

Joan:
I wanna ask you some questions.

Cute Boy God:
No.

Joan:
No?

Cute Boy God:
No, as a general rule, I ask questions.

Joan:
Are you, are you being snippy with me? God is snippy.

Cute Boy God:
Let me explain something to you, Joan. It goes like this: I don't look like this, I don't look like anything you'd recognize. You can't see me. I don't sound like this, I don't sound like anything you'd recognize. You see, I'm beyond your experience. I take this form because, you're comfortable with it, it makes sense to you. And if I'm *snippy*, it's because you understand snippy. You get it?

Joan:
Sort of.

Cute Boy God:
Good, because I'm really not snippy. I've got a great personality, you'd like me.

Joan:
Well, I'm not religious you know.

Cute Boy God:
It's not about religion, Joan. It's about fulfilling your nature.

Joan:
Oh, I definitely haven't done that.

Cute Boy God:
Exactly.

Joan:
Well, let's, let's say you're God.

Cute Boy God:
Joan, I *am* God.

Joan:
Okay, well let's see a miracle.

Cute Boy God:
Okay. How about that.

Joan:
[Joan looks up] That's a tree.

Cute Boy God:
Let's see you make one.