script excerpt

The angel RAPHAEL appears. He’s translucent and wears a shimmering and flowing gown that seems to emit light. He holds a pilgrim’s staff in his right hand. His voice is pleasant and soothing in spite of his awesome appearance.

RAPHAEL

Behold, I am God’s healer, the Archangel Raphael. I stand before you on behalf of the heavens above. You have been chosen to bear witness to a great truth that you alone shall receive. Do not be afraid, but rejoice. You are before the audience of the Kingdom of God. And I present to you the nine choirs of angels who will sing you praise. And I bring you joyous news of the—

GOD (O.S)

Get to the point already.

RAPHAEL

I thought you liked the dramatic entrance.

GOD (O.S)

You call that stale, overworked routine a dramatic entrance? That shtick went out with the parting of the Red Sea.

Raphael’s reaction is indignant. He resumes, though resentfully, his dialogue with Murray.

RAPHAEL

Mr. Know-It-All. Has an answer for everything. All right. I now present to you—well you know.

Raphael disappears, leaving Murray standing in his kitchen in a state of disbelief. The room is still glowing slightly.