[Flatly:] A bright light came to me last night. It spoke a language unlike one I'd ever heard before — not of this world, maybe, or any other —

[Dick, what have you done.]

And it told me, while gently touching my cheek —

[As Saul gently touches his own cheek:] Saul, you know what you must do.

And I said, are you an angel?

And it said, what I am does not matter, my child.

And I said, it kind of does, because you just broke into my bedroom —

And then it delivered its message, clear and strong: Saul, stop being an asshole.

[He then drops his arm back to his side and shrugs, as if this is a completely legitimate explanation for whose idea it was.]