Head Full of Snow

American Gods 1×3

& Mrs. Fadil: You are in wrong floor. Black people family is upstairs.

& Anubis: I wish I was but a thief. I am not. I am of Death. You are dead, Mrs. Fadil.

& Zorya Polunochnyaya: It is a thing. It’s not a god. Like a god. It’s a bad thing. Chained up in those stars. If it escapes, it will eat the whole of everything. So we watch the sky... all day, all night, the three sisters.

& Zorya Polunochnyaya: You have nothing. You believe in nothing so you have nothing.

& Zorya Polunochnyaya: Kissing is disgusting... but— but in a nice way, like, uh, bleu cheese or brandy.

& Mr. Wednesday: We’re gonna rob a bank. You want some coffee?

& Salim: Are there many jinn in New York?

& Salim: There are angels, there are men who Allah made from mud. Then there are the people of the fire, the jinn.
    The Jihn: They know nothing about my people here. They think all we do is grant wishes. If I could grant a wish, do you think I would be driving a cab?

& Mr. Wednesday: This is the bank I’ll be robbing, so let’s go say hello.

& Mr. Wednesday: Got you marshmallows in your cocoa. You like marshmallows?

& Mr. Wednesday: What we need is snow. Hard, driving, irritating snow. I want you to think «snow.» Think «snow.» Think «snow.»

& Shadow Moon: And how’s this gonna help?
    Mr. Wednesday: Might not do anything. But at least it will concentrate your mind. Snow, snow.

& Mr. Wednesday: That woman thinks Jesus suffered for her sins. They’re her sins. Why should Jesus do all the suffering?
    Shadow Moon: ’Cause his dad sacrificed his ass.
    Mr. Wednesday: Don’t blame the parent.

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& Shadow Moon: And how many colors does Jesus come in?
    Mr. Wednesday: Why, you got your White Jesuit-style Jesus. You got your Black African Jesus. You got your Brown Mexican Jesus. You got your swarthy Greek Jesus. You’ve got—
    Shadow Moon: Well, that’s a— That’s a lotta Jesus.
    Mr. Wednesday: There’s a lotta need for Jesus, so there’s a lotta Jesus.

& Mr. Wednesday: Now, the Mexican Jesus came here the same way a lot of Mexicans do. Illegally.
    Shadow Moon: Oh—
    Mr. Wednesday: No, that’s not being racial. You can ask Him. He’ll tell you. He waded across the Rio Grande, his back as wet as the epithet suggests.

& Shadow Moon: I thought of snow.
    Mr. Wednesday: And it snowed. What do you know?

& Mr. Wednesday: So, you’re perfectly okay believing that tiny people on television can predict the weather, but you crinkle with consternation at the mere suggestion that you could make it snow.

& Mr. Wednesday: Belief is only a product of the company we keep and how easily we scare.

& Mr. Wednesday: The only thing that scares me is being forgotten. I can survive most things but not that.

& Shadow Moon: Very best part of memory is it’s mostly about forgetting.
    Mr. Wednesday: We remember what’s important to us.

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