[In Gary's bathroom]

Marissa: Where is it coming from?

Gary: The hallway. [Gary takes towel and wraps himself up]

Marissa: That's not what I mean.

Gary: Can you... could you, ah... [Gestures for Marissa to leave so he can dress]

Marissa: Maybe it comes from God.

Gary: Oh right, yeah. Yeah, God's a cosmic paperboy.

Marissa: Look, if God can be a burning bush, He can be any damn thing He likes.

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