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?
— Okay, I screwed up. Can I make it up to you?
— Yeah! Why don't you get me a boat, Bruce.
— What?
— Yeah, a big boat. And then maybe two big bags of cash. Then... Then I'll be happy. Lots of money and lots of stuff. Other people want idiotic crap like getting married or having babies with the man that they've loved for five years. But not me, Bruce. Just give me the boat.
— I just gave them all what they wanted.
— Yeah. But since when does anyone have a clue about what they want?
— We'll apologize the day a monkey comes out of my butt. Then you get your «sorry». How about that?
— What a coincidence, because that's today.
— Grace?
— No. it's Debbie, the sister whose life you're not wasting.
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