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Come home with me.

Where are we going?

- They've turned you against me.

Boss?

- Get in the car.

Let's go!

- No!

Sarah, please!

- Hold on.

Let go!

Oh, Sarah, look at your pupils.

They're dilated.

- Frank...

What have they done to you, Sarah?

Frank, Frank, let go.

Come on, buddy.

This isn't right.

You're hurting me!

Come on!

- Back off.

Hey, buddy, back off.

Sarah, no!

What are you doing?

No!

Come on!

You okay?

- Yeah.

Don't listen to him!

Do not listen to him!

Don't listen to him!

Hey, hey, hey.

Why are you hitting my car?

That's seriously

f***ed up.

Give her back to me!

- What?

Baby, Jacques, it's okay.

It's Frank.

It's okay. He's fine...

Oh, Sarah, shut up.

No, you shut up!

All right, pal,

haven't I been nice to you?

I mean, I've been nice,

right?

I complimented

your cooking.

You don't know who I am,

so I'm gonna give you

one last warning,

out of the f***ing kindness

of my f***ing heart.

Don't f***ing

touch my car again.

That is the last time.

Frank!

I'm going.

That's not

the kind of touching I meant.

No! No!

Sarah!

Sarah!

Come here!

- No!

Some kind of stalker or something, buddy?

Get off the car!

Come here.

God, please guide me.

Tell me what to do.

I hate you, God.

I'm sorry I said that.

It just seems so unfair, God.

Other people have goodness.

They have good things.

They have love

and tenderness,

people who care

about their lives.

They're not humiliated

at every turn.

Other people have things, God.

Even the starving children

in Africa,

even their parents love them.

Why was I so unlucky

to have my soul born

into this disgusting me?

This ugly face,

this hair,

this hair that doesn't comb,

and this dumb,

idiotic personality?

Other people

stare at me, God.

I can tell.

They are amazed at how

something so stupid and idiotic

can even exist.

Why am I that?

Please, God.

I just want this one thing.

I'll ask for one thing.

I'll never ask

for anything ever again.

Please.

Let Sarah

be my Sarah again.

Amen.

I have been plagued by visions

throughout my life.

At the age of eight,

I saw Jesus

sitting on my wall.

- Don't worry about it.

It's not a big deal.

Why does everybody

take everything so seriously

all the time?

At 12, I discovered

my friend Johnny Stockwell

wasn't all he appeared to be.

And when I first met Sarah,

I heard the words of God.

Marry her.

I have never known if these visions

were divinely implanted

or something else.

But I never experienced

anything...

like this.

The finger of God.

What?

Touching your brain.

The tiniest tip of the tiniest tip

of the finger of God.

Even that is too much

for a human being's peanut mind

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