Joe: Who... Who are you?
Jerry: I am the coming together of all quantized fields of the universe. Appearing in a form your feeble human brain can comprehend.
Joe: What?
Jerry: You can call me Jerry.
Dez: Not everyone can be Charles Drew inventing blood transfusions.
22: [in Joe's body] Or me, playing piano with Dorothea Williams. - I know.
Paul: You are not all that. Anyone could play in a band if they wanted to.
Joe: [in a cat's body] Don't pay Paul any mind. People like him just bring other people down
so they can make themselves feel better.
22: [in Joe's body] Oh, I get it. He's just criticcizing me to cover up the pain of his own failed dreams.
Paul: You cut deep, Joe.
22: Okay, look, I already know everything about Earth, and I don't want anything to do with it.
Joe: You're missing out on the joys of life. Like, uh, pizza!
[he sniffs the slice of pizza in his hand]
Joe: I can't smell!
[he pops the slice of pizza in his mouth]
Joe: We can't...
[the slice
of pizza just pops out of him]
Joe: We can't taste either?
22: All that stuff is in your body.
Joe: No smell! No taste!
22: Or touch.
[she slaps him across the face]
22: See?
[she continues to slap his face]
Joe: Okay. I get it!
Counselor Jerry: Here at the You Seminar, all new souls are given unique and individual personalities.
Young Souls: I'm an agreeable skeptic who's cautious yet flamboyant.
Young Souls: I'm an irritable wallflower who's dangerously curious.
Young Souls: I'm a manipulative megalomaniac who's intensely opportunistic.
Counselor Jerry:
Oh-ho, this one might be a handful. But that's Earth's problem.
Principal Arroyo: Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Gardner.
[INSTRUMENTS PLAYING DISCORDANTLY]
Joe: [CHUCKLES] You're doing my ears a favor.
Joe: [in the Hall of Everything] Croissants, cakes. Baking could be your spark.
22: Yeah! But I don't get it.
Joe: Just smell it.
22: Can't, and neither can you.
Joe: [he sniffs the slice of pizza in his hand] What? You're right. I can't smell.
[he pops the slice of pizza in his
mouth]
Joe: We can't...
[the slice of pizza just pops out of him]
Joe: We cant taste either?
22: All that stuff is in your body.
Joe: No smell! No taste!
22: Or touch.
[she slaps him across the face]
22: See?
Joe: [22
continues to slap his face] Okay. I get it!
Joe: Wait, are you actually helping me?
22: Joe, I have been here for who knows how long, and I've never seen anything that's made me wanna live. And then, you come along. Your life is sad and pathetic, and you're working so hard to get back to it! Why? I mean, this I gonna see!