Dave Antony: Sorry, honey. No go.

Nora Antony: I could be your angel. Like, we could hang out.

Dave Antony: I can't.

Nora Antony: Why?

Dave Antony: Mom's waiting for me.

Nora Antony: Oh, come on. You don't believe that old stuff.

Dave Antony: It doesn't make sense, but it's how I feel. How can heaven not have your mother in it?