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I will not break this promise, even if it breaks me.

Ben: Why are you a fucking priest, David?

David: Wow, that’s a way to put it.

Ben: I mean, you and her. You’re meant to be together. Why God? Why this?

David: Ben, you don’t understand.

Ben: No? Well, tell me. Inform me. Two thousand years ago, maybe Jesus lived. Maybe he convinced people he was God. What’s that have to do with us now?

David: It’s the reason I know what’s right and wrong.

Ben: You know what’s wrong. You love her. I’ve heard you two. Hm? If I had two lives, one would be for God and one for her. What is wrong with loving her?

David: You don’t think I think about this every single day? I am committed, I am sworn, here. I am pledged to God. If that sounds like the middle ages to you, well, then fuck it. I am the middle ages because I am sick of all the broken promises in this world and all the other shit. Evil. Five minutes on this computer, and I want to put my fucking head in an oven or commit to something above it all, even if I [sighs] even if I need Kristen.