Love is a mental illness.

Little Girl God: And they all lived happily ever after? There’s a surprise. You guys really like that ending.

Joan: Yeah, well, you have a better one?

Little Girl God: They all moved towards spiritual growth and enlightenment?

Joan: Yeah. That’s gonna work with the kids.

Little Girl God: Ever notice that the guy always has to risk his life and the girl is nearly dead when he finds her? It takes a kiss to wake her up and they ride off together. It’s a nice metaphor.

Joan: For what?

Little Girl God: Death and resurrection.

Joan: Yeah. Well, that’s a fun party game.

Little Girl God: It happens all the time. The illusion dies so that something deeper can take its place.

Joan: Are you saying that… Adam and I are an illusion?

Little Girl God: Romance serves a purpose. It’s a meditative state. It puts logic to sleep so that people can come together. Otherwise you guys probably wouldn’t risk it.

Joan: Why did you have to make love so complicated? I mean… couldn’t that one thing been easy?

Little Girl God: Love is big. It’s a bright light in the universe and a bright light casts a big shadow. So, what do you wanna do, Joan?

Joan: How am I supposed to know?

Little Girl God: By looking at it. Real love is hard work; you have to decide if you want it in your story. Or if you’d rather just stay in the dream.

It’s just that logic gets in the way sometimes, makes you think too much… cures your illness