God: "You've been doing a lot of complaining about me, Bruce, and quite frankly, I'm tired of it."
Bruce: "Wait. Don't come near me. Seriously, when I'm backed into a corner, I'm like a wild animal. I don't want to hurt you, but I will, out of instinct."
God: "You haven't won a fight since grade five, and that was against a girl."
Bruce: "Yeah, but she was huge. She had been held back."
God: "And the sun was in her eyes"