Just then Lily comes along to point out to Joan that her tape's coming off. I meant to bitch about that earlier when I was complaining about the paint job. Thanks, Lily. Joan: "Just so you know: I'm not like the other kids here. I got framed." Lily: "So…what, I'm supposed to feel sorry for you, 'cause you gotta do a little weekend painting? What are you missing out on? Skulking around a mall?" Joan: "A trip to Rhode Island with my boyfriend." And I'd like to torment him with my sexual unavailability. The UnNun couldn't care less, because she's wrapped up her in own issues: "Oh. Yeah, well, try missing out on most of your twenties 'cause you spent them worshipping an abstract ideal, only to find yourself at twenty-nine in your crappy basement -- sorry, garden -- apartment, watching nothing but reruns of T.J. Hooker with nothing but an ashtray for company. Then you can come talk to me about your wounded sense of justice." I think someone forgot to debrief Lily on her way out of Sisters of Our Lady of The Bitter Gall. Or maybe she was debriefed -- by Karen Armstrong. She asks Joan, "You don't smoke, do you? I won't tell your mom." Joan: "No." Lily takes off in search of someone with a cigarette she can bum but Joan chases after her, suggesting, "Maybe God gave us these stupid injustices so that we could rise above them." Lily: "You know what? Don't. Don't -- don't talk to me about God. I spent ten years in a convent -- and you…threw some eggs at a Hyundai." Joan: "Chevy. '92. I was framed." Lily: "Whatever. You want to know who God is? He's a control freak who demands perfection." Joan says she knows it's none of her business: "But you were helping my mom get confirmed and now it just seems like you hate God." Lily: "I don't hate him. I'm pissed at him." Joan wants to know why, but Lily says it's between her and God. She turns around and runs right into Abbatoir Girl, who's holding a cigarette right up to her. She takes it, and Abbatoir Girl lights it for her. Lily thanks her and leaves. Abbatoir Girl offers Joan one, which Joan refuses. Abbatoir Girl introduces herself: "I'm Bonnie." Which seems almost as unlikely a name for her as Maisy or Gladys. Joan says, "Joan." Bonnie: "I know." Then she just takes off. Joan looks around and sees Vagrant God watching her from the door, looking very sad and serious. He then notices that he's leaned against the wet paint where Joan was working earlier. Doesn't that seem like…just the sort of thing omniscience would come in handy for? ["And given that those aren't really God's clothes, what does he care if he leaned in paint? Yet another TV cliché in this episode delivered at the expense of sense." -- Sars, but Barney totally agrees]