"When did God start caring about any of us?"
—Aaron, The Prince of Egypt
Angry Middle-Class Mum: May God forgive you.
Mr. Chuckles: God? Oh right, there now, there's the fella. I mean what's he doin', eh? He can take John Lennon, he can take those three young lads down at Ainsley Pit, he's even thinkin' of taking my old man, and Margaret bloody Thatcher lives? I mean, what's he soddin' playin' at, eh? ... You've been great. My name's Coco the Scab.
Mr. Chuckles: God? Oh right, there now, there's the fella. I mean what's he doin', eh? He can take John Lennon, he can take those three young lads down at Ainsley Pit, he's even thinkin' of taking my old man, and Margaret bloody Thatcher lives? I mean, what's he soddin' playin' at, eh? ... You've been great. My name's Coco the Scab.
Mike Rezendes: It really pisses me off. You know, I actually really liked going to church when I was a little kid.
Sacha Pfeiffer: Mmm. Why'd you stop?
Mike: Typical shit. But the weird thing is is... I think I... think I figured that maybe one day, I w... I... I would actually go back. I was really... I was holding on to that.
Sacha: Mm-hmm.
Mike: I read those letters, and... and it... and something just... cracked.
Sacha: It's a shitty feeling.
Mike: Yeah. It's a shitty feeling.
Sacha Pfeiffer: Mmm. Why'd you stop?
Mike: Typical shit. But the weird thing is is... I think I... think I figured that maybe one day, I w... I... I would actually go back. I was really... I was holding on to that.
Sacha: Mm-hmm.
Mike: I read those letters, and... and it... and something just... cracked.
Sacha: It's a shitty feeling.
Mike: Yeah. It's a shitty feeling.
I prayed… every night. Every night! For your mercy, for your salvation! I wondered why had you abandoned us, abandoned me, bearer of your most prominent daughter’s crest, Seiros herself! That’s when I realized: crests were only a symbol people used to gain power. There was no way it was a gift if you let us suffer like that; if you let us pass through that living hell!
— Edelgard von Hresvelg, The Goddess's Judgement
Father Kovak: Do you believe in God?
Jericho Cane: Maybe once, not anymore.
Kovak: What happened?
Jericho: We had a difference of opinion. I thought my wife and daughter should live. He felt otherwise.
Jericho Cane: Maybe once, not anymore.
Kovak: What happened?
Jericho: We had a difference of opinion. I thought my wife and daughter should live. He felt otherwise.
I own that I cannot see as plainly as others do, and as I should wish to do, evidence of design and beneficence on all sides of us. There seems to me too much misery in the world. I cannot persuade myself that a beneficent and omnipotent God would have designedly created the Ichneumonidae with the express intention of their feeding within the living bodies of Caterpillars, or that a cat should play with mice.
—Charles Darwin in an 1860 letter
Roz: Big news. Gertie Oldson is leaving the station.
Daphne: What, from "Gertie's Grab Bag"? I love that show.
Frasier: Oh please, that homily-spouting Hausfrau? It's the most embarrassing thing on the air. So, she finally got canned, eh?
Roz: No, she got a million-dollar TV deal.
Frasier: (chokes on his sherry, then mock-calmly mutters) Well, good news for Gertie and for the many atheists who will welcome this new proof of their theory!
Daphne: What, from "Gertie's Grab Bag"? I love that show.
Frasier: Oh please, that homily-spouting Hausfrau? It's the most embarrassing thing on the air. So, she finally got canned, eh?
Roz: No, she got a million-dollar TV deal.
Frasier: (chokes on his sherry, then mock-calmly mutters) Well, good news for Gertie and for the many atheists who will welcome this new proof of their theory!
It's hard to be religious when certain people are never incinerated by bolts of lightning.
