God

Parting your soup is not a miracle, Bruce. It's a magic trick. A single mom who's working two jobs and still finds time to take her kid to soccer practice, that's a miracle. A teenager who says «no» to drugs and «yes» to an education, that's a miracle. People want me to do everything for them. But what they don't realize is they have the power. You wanna see a miracle, son? Be the miracle.

— What do you really care about?
— Grace.
— Grace. You want her back?
— No. I want her to be happy. No matter what that means. I want her to find someone who will treat her with all the love she deserved from me. I want her to meet someone who will see her always as I do now through your eyes.
— Now, that's a prayer.

— God doesn't take vacations, does he?
— Did you ever hear of the Dark Ages?

— Who are you?
— I'm the one. Creator of the heavens and the earth, alpha and omega.
— Oh, I see where this is going.
— Bruce, I'm God.

— I just gave them all what they wanted.
— Yeah. But since when does anyone have a clue about what they want?

— Wait. Don't come near me. When I'm backed into a corner, I'm like a wild animal. I don't wanna hurt you, but I will, out of instinct.
— You haven't won a fight since grade five, and that was against a girl.
— Yeah, but she was huge. She had been held back.
— And the sun was in your eyes.

— You must be Bruce. I've been expecting you.
— This is hilarious. So you're the boss and the electrician and the janitor? Must be a killer Christmas party. Don't get drunk, though. One of you might need a ride home.