Joan of Arcadia, Season Two

Joan:
I just want to be a normal couple again. Do you remember normal?

Adam:
Not really.

Cute Boy God:
Crazy is destructive. It tears down. I'm all about building up.

Joan:
Then I suggest you take up carpentry.

Will:
What's wrong?

Helen:
Nothing! I'm seeing a nun and a priest!

Helen:
Luke, one breakdown a year is all we can handle. You'll have to wait.

God:
It's a creation, Joan. It's not a destruction. And that's what I want you to do. I want you to be creative. I want you to build things.

Joan:
I build lamps!

Joan:
You stole that!

God:
Well, technically, everything's mine.

Joan:
You hurt me. Really bad. Why should I trust you again?

God:
Why did you ever?

Joan:
Look, we had some good times. And I'm fine with you being, you know, the divine "it." But I don't want to see you anymore. It's not you. It's me. I--I'm just-- I'm not the girl for you. I--I had... a taste of normal, and...I really liked it, you know? I really enjoyed being optimistic and... making my lamps.

God:
Don't you miss me a little?

Joan:
No... Please go.

God:
Do you miss yourself? Because I do.

Joan:
Just explain the electromagnetic spectrum to me.

Luke:
Nope.

Joan:
Luke, it's not for school. It's personal.

Luke:
[Staring at Joan; pencil falls from his teeth] You have personal issues with the electromagnetic spectrum?

Adam:
[incredulously] You stole from the homeless?

Joan:
Yes, I am a horrible human being.

Adam:
Yeah... Huh.

Joan:
Well, you weren't supposed to say that.

[after going into a shop with a sign saying "Madame Marie:
Fortunes Told"]

Joan:
Hi, how much of my future can I get for five dollars?

Girl God:
And that's what religions are - different ways to share the same truth.<

Joan:
And the truth is...?

[God leaves]

God as a six-year-old girl:
Love is big. It's a bright light in the universe, and a bright light casts a big shadow.