Rudy: What if hell isn’t a lake of fire? It’s a lake of lake of lime juice. And the eternal punishment is the sting in your eyes that never ceases.
Kate: You sound like a crazy person.
Rudy: But really, what if?
Kate: Why’re you always thinking about hell?
Rudy: I think it has something to do with my childhood. I’m trying to overcome my fear by making hell seem ridiculous.
Kate: Sounds like you think too much.
Rudy: You never think about what happens when you die?
Kate: Not really, we don’t really know, do we?
Rudy: A lot of people act like they do.
Kate: Faith and all that.
Rudy: Yeah, faith…sounds difficult.
Kate: You make everything difficult, Rudy.
Rudy: But life is complicated.
Kate: Sure. But I think you could use a good dose of confirmation bias.
Rudy: About what?
Kate: Anything. Just so you feel certain about something.
Rudy: A false certainty?
Kate: Sure, maybe. But maybe you’ll be right.
Rudy: And it’s highly probable I’ll be wrong.
Kate: A story doesn’t have to be right to make you feel good.
Rudy: So feeling good is the goal?
Kate: Works for me. You look like you feel like shit.
Rudy: Whatever, I just like thinking about this stuff.
Kate: If you’re truth is that uncertainty is the most honest way to live, then don’t complain when you fail to grasp at certainty.
Rudy: Fair enough.
Kate: I’ve had enough of all this heavy talk. Are we still going to Wendy’s?
Rudy: I’ve always pictured purgatory as a Wendy’s. Bad carpet and square hamburgers.
Kate: Shut up, Rudy.