Grace Polk: I'll see you later. I'm going to go... run with scissors.
Friedman: Use the force, Luke.
Luke: Gee. That's... that's a new one.
Joan: I'm ignoring you.
God: I'm used to it.
Grace Polk: It's the one advantage to being universally despised: you get to say whatever you want.
God: Good is relative. Beauty's relative. Everything's relative. Except for me. I'm absolute.
Joan: I thought that was vodka.
Joan: I just want to be who I am and not who everyone else wants me to be.
Female Custodian God: Hi there, Joan.
Joan: Oh, God.
Female Custodian God: The one and only.
Joan: Great, so ask Isaac Newton to the prom.
Luke: Sure, if he was a girl... and alive.
Grace: Do you make a special effort not to speak in science metaphors?
Joan: Power to the pimple.
Joan: You are not real.
God: So people keep telling me.
Joan: You remember normal?
Adam: Not really.
Joan Girardi: This is a new look for you.
Loner Loser Kid God: Yeah... the jeans are really comfy.
Joan Girardi: Judith doesn't know that many people here. She was just acting out.
Grace: Acting out is getting your nose pierced. Nearly dying in a pool of your own vomit goes a little deeper than that.
