I'm starting to think your whole family's just dicking with us.

[He sighed and leaned back, throwing his arm over the back of the couch.]

I mean, it's like one big, cosmic skeeball game. Remind me to make you watch Dogma. We keep running around chasing our tails and fucking up, and God just keeps hot-gluing us back together and sticking us back where we belong. Can't tell whether or not this is a test, but if it is, we're probably about two points shy of failing.