Go With the Rockports
God checks in with Max, after a while, to see what kind of progress
he is making.
do wonders for someone's confidence
Now that I think about it：
God: I'd go with the Rockports,
Max. You've got this tendency to walk pigeon-toed sometimes, and
they'd do wonders for your posture.
Max: Where the hell have you been?
God: You had that conference. By
the way, nice touch with that little anecdote at the end. The speech
went off better than expected.
Max: Yeah, well, thanks. You were
right, which is…I guess…only natural.
God: There you go with the whole
"right/wrong" thing again, Max. You shouldn't worry about
it so much. Anyway, I see you've been thinking about things.
Max: I've been trying, but it just
makes me more confused. I mean, obviously my track record with women
hasn't been great. But now that I think about it, it just makes
me feel guilty.
God: You should feel a little guilty.
I mean you've been a pretty big jerk in the past. But don't let
it get you down.
Max: Don't let it get me down!
SC: Is everything all right, sir?
SC: You were talking to the shoes,
God: Cell phone, Max, cell phone.
Max: It's a hands free model.
God: Let's go somewhere more private