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.