Thomas Koracick: I-look at your home, here. Fun toddler detritus, lots of light, warmth, books.
April Kepner: Your point?
Thomas Koracick: The woman I met last night? She doesn’t live here. And she’s not a person you trust with a Power of Attorney. I’m not sure I should trust you with my… p*nis again. That woman scares me a little. In a “pretty good” way, but, uh… How did that woman become this woman?
April Kepner: I’m not gonna get into this with you.
Thomas Koracick: Uh, no… No, no, no. No, no. No, no, no. L… No. Let me do it. Uh, alcoholism. Drugs. Cancer diagnosis. No? Uh… physical trauma? Uh… dead relative. Dead pet. Uh, dead beloved TV-show character.
April Kepner: Oh, my God.
Thomas Koracick: None of these? Okay, that leaves, um, metal illness, acute clinical depression, crisis of faith.
April Kepner: Stop.
Thomas Koracick: Crisis of faith.
April Kepner: No.
Thomas Koracick: Mm-hmm. God is dead.
April Kepner: No.
Thomas Koracick: Ah, yes.
April Kepner: No, He’s not dead. I just hate Him so much I wish He was.