Cach: What are joo doing?
Forky: Sitting here. I just got back from a few morning errands. Then I have this audition for Jesus.
Cach: As in, "you'll be auditioning to play Jesus," or "Jesus will be watching your audition and judging you for all eternity?"
Forky: The former.
Cach: But, let's be honest, Jesus will be watching...
Forky: Because every day is like an audition FOR Jesus.
Cach: Right.
Forky: Exactly.
Cach: Wait... you're too lean to play Jesus. He was fatter than you. And browner. Although you're right about the perfect age...
Forky: The perfect age to be crucified.
Cach: Well, I wasn't going to send a recommendation of action to the centurions stationed there in NYC or anything, but you're right... So will you be porking up and tanning?
Forky: No. In fact, I think the whole thing is a lost cause.
Cach: Then you can kiss Jesus goodbye.
Forky: Because I don't have facial hair right now. So I don't really look anything like Jesus. So I'm thinking of going into the audition and saying something like, "But I really DO look like Jesus! Honest! This crazy lady at Starbucks thought I was the real deal!"
Cach: But if you had a beard, you'd totally look Middle Eastern.
Forky: Totally. My skin tone would change, my eyes would turn brown... It'd be great.
Cach: It worked for Jim Caviezel!