"How we doing on the Beatitudes?" "Pardon me?" "The blesseds." "We've got: Blessed are those who hunger and thirst after righteousness; blessed are the poor in spirit, the pure in heart, the whiners, the meek, the--" "Wait, what are we giving the meek?" "Let's see, uh, here: Blessed are the meek, for to them we shall say, 'attaboy.'" "A little weak." "Yeah." "Let's let the meek inherit the earth." "Can't you give the earth to the whiners?" "Well then, cut the whiners and give the earth to the meek." "Okay. Earth to the meek. Here we go. Blessed are the peacemakers, the mourners, and that's it." "How many is that?" "Seven." "Not enough. We need one more. How about the dumbfucks?" "No, Josh, not the dumbfucks. You've done enough for the dumbfucks. Nathaniel, Thomas--" "Blessed are the dumbfucks for they, uh--I don't know--they shall never be disappointed." "No, I'm drawing the line at dumbfucks. Come on, Josh, why can't we have any powerful guys on our team? Why do we have to have the meek, and the poor, the oppressed, and the pissed on? Why can't we, for once, have blessed are the big powerful rich guys with swords?" "Because they don't need us." "Okay, but no 'Blessed are the dumbfucks.'" "Who then?" "Sluts?" "No." "How about the wankers? I can think of five or six disciples that would be really blessed." "No wankers. I've got it: Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake." "Okay, better. What are you going to give them?" "A fruit basket." "You can't give the meek the whole earth and these guys a fruit basket." "Give them the kingdom of heaven." "The poor in spirit got that." "Everybody gets some." "Okay then, 'share the Kingdom of Heaven.'" I wrote it down. "We could give the fruit basket to the dumbfucks." "NO DUMBFUCKS!" "Sorry, I just feel for them." "You feel for everyone, Josh. It's your job." "Oh yeah. I forgot." We finished writing the sermon only a few hours before Philip and Thaddeus returned from Judea leading three thousand of John's followers."