text:  God, he's my co-pilot. This guy's toting God around like God couldn't handle it. You take the wheel. I'm not familiar with this area. Last thing I need is God or the backseat driver. He'd be too good. That man's swerving. Where? Three minutes from now. All right, look out for bumps. They're everywhere. I know. What? I know. You know everything. I know. You're driving me crazy. I know. Stop it. Why? I don't know. I do. Ah!