Dogma1999

[Bethany has just found out that she is the last descendant of Jesus]

Bethany:
[looking skyward] WHY?! WHAT THE F*** DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! I F***ING HATE YOU! [now crying] I hate you.

Metatron:
He can't hear you, you know.

Bethany:
Why didn't you tell me?

Metatron:
Would you - could you - have believed me? You had to come to it gradually. Only now, after all you've seen, could you accept the truth.

Bethany:
I don't want this. It's too big.

Metatron:
That's what Jesus said. Yeah... I had to tell him. And you can imagine how that hurt the Father, that one word from his lips would destroy the Son's frail human body. So, I had to tell a scared child who wanted nothing more than to play with other children that he was God's only son, and that it meant a life of persecution and eventual crucifixion at the hands of the very people he had come to enlighten and redeem. He begged me to take it all back, as if I could. He begged me to 'make it all not true'. And I'll let you in on something, Bethany. It's something I've never told anyone before: if I had the power, I would have. It's unfair! It's unfair to ask a child to shoulder that responsibility, and it's unfair to ask you to do the same. I sympathize, I do. I wish I could take it all back. But I can't. This is who you are.

Bethany:
Everything I am has been a lie.

Metatron:
No, no, no! Knowing what you now know doesn't mean you're not who you were. You are Bethany Sloane - no one can take that away from you, not even God. All this means is a new definition of that identity. The incorporation of this new data into who you are. Be who you've always been. Just be this as well... from time to time.

Bethany:
[chuckles mirthlessly] I guess this mean no more cheating on my taxes.

Metatron:
[smiles] To say the least.