Cupid

Trevor:
I've been thinking.

Claire:
I thought I heard something.

Trevor:
I'm matching up a hundred couples, one at a time. It's taking way too long.

Claire:
Trevor, that is great. Reality poking its head out for the first time. Good for you.

Trevor:
You know what? I've got to think grander. I'm going to start a new religion.

Claire:
Oh, reality just saw its shadow. 6 more weeks of dementia.

Trevor:
Think about it. Sun Myung Moon. marries a hundred couples, right? Considers it an off day.

Claire:
You're forgetting that it took him a lifetime to establish himself as a religious leader.

Trevor:
But I'm a god. I already have a head start!

Claire:
Okay. Poverty, humility, celibacy -- as your psychologist, I have to say it's not your strong suit.

Trevor:
My religion's going to be fun. Cupidians will cruise through the airport with a small cup that says 'keg fund.'

Claire:
"Cupidians?"

Trevor:
Hey, I'll need a high priestess, a woman who embodies the unattainable carnal archetype, a glimpse of heaven for the pilgrims, a nude for stained glass.

Claire:
Oh, rats, here I've got this hoity-toity dinner party tonight, so.

Trevor:
Yeah, well, who was asking. I was only wondering if you could get me in touch with Courtney Love.