Bruce:
[to God] Am I...?
God:
You can't kneel down in the middle of a highway and live to talk about it, son.
Bruce:
But why? Why now?
God:
Bruce, you have a divine spark. You have the gift of bringing joy and laughter to the world. I know, I created you.
Bruce:
Quit braggin'.
God:
You see! That's what I'm talking about. That's the spark.
[God gives Bruce prayer beads]
Bruce:
What do you want me to do?
God:
I want you to pray, son. Go ahead. Use them.
Bruce:
[trying to pray] Lord, feed the hungry and bring peace to all of mankind. [to God] How's that?
God:
Great!... If you wanna be Miss America. Now c'mon - what do you really care about?
Bruce:
[starting to break down] Grace.
God:
Grace.... You want her back?
Bruce:
[looking into the distance then to God] No... I want her to be happy. No matter what that means. I want her to find someone, who will treat her with all of the love she deserved from me... I want her to meet someone... who will see her always, as I do now... through your eyes...
God:
Now that's a prayer.
Bruce:
Yeah?
God:
Yeah. It's good.
Bruce:
[relieved] It's good?
Both:
It's good! [laughs]
God:
I'm gonna get right on it...
