David Hogan : Mr. Baker was dead. He - he had no pulse, he wasn't breathing; I had to do something. OK? I - I don't know CPR; but may - maybe I saw it on TV, or I heard about it in health class. But what I do know is that I asked... I asked - I asked God to help me. I don't even know what I did, but Mr. Baker lived. OK?
Michael Hogan : Mm-hm.
David Hogan : So God - God heard me; he helped me.
Michael Hogan : Yeah... So - so what are - what are you tryin' to say?
David Hogan : What I'm saying is that it's so clear now! I mean, God exists - he sees me! He hears me. I mean, it's the kind of thing that really makes you stop and think. Now, I - I realize I have not been, you know, a model citizen. Now, you may not notice it, Dad, but I've got a lot of room for improvement.
Michael Hogan : What kind of god *can* you believe?
David Hogan : Dad, I can't do this.
Michael Hogan : Yes, you can.
David Hogan : It's stupid!
Michael Hogan : No - it's not, son. Go ahead.
David Hogan : Well, I would - I would like to think that He's got a reason for doing all of this.
Michael Hogan : Alright. I happen to think He does. Now, what about perfection? Does David Hogan's god demand it?
David Hogan : No. I guess that that's a lot to ask for.