Joan of Arcadia2003

Helen Girardi:
[In a dream, Helen finds herself alone in a dark church] Look, here's the thing. You can't let my son die. You just can't. I know I haven't been good, but that's no reason to punish him. Take me, instead. Just don't punish him for what I've done wrong.

Cute Boy God:
[Cute Boy God appears in the pew behind Helen] Do you think that's how I work, Helen?

Cute Boy God:
[Helen turns around] Who are you?

Cute Boy God:
I'm God.

Helen Girardi:
As in God? [He nods] Burning bush, Tower of Babel, Ten Commandments, God?

Cute Boy God:
I've been through this, with your daughter.

Helen Girardi:
What does my daughter have to do with this?

Cute Boy God:
Everything.