God: Grace. You want her back? Bruce: ...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. God: Now THAT'S a prayer. Bruce: Yeah? God: Yeah. It's good. [together, grinning] It's gooooood. I'll get right on that.
