Quite a topical sketch about...well read it. Again, contact me if you want to use it in any form. Written late last year, in fact. It's called God's Last Resort.

WOODY Allen is pacing around the stage. He is God. He must look in some way like God.

WOODY: Oh I don't believe this I, I can't seem to get the earth to grasp that I'm the one true God and, you know, that I, I, I created everything in the universe. It's so embarrassing how I-I'm just dismissed out of hand by everyone I try to contact..I'm like a, like a social pariah but the irony is I created the society I'm a pariah of! That's mysterious ways for ya, I guess...Ah, this can't go on, it's affecting my work. I'm getting headaches every Tuesday afternoon, I'm allowing Republicans to win presidential elections...I'm just not on form. I've gotta do something. I need a way to reach people. Come on, think, think! I must be able to come up with fabulous ideas, I made Cameron Diaz for Chrissakes. [pause] I know! I've got it! I'll get Mel Gibson to make a film about the last 12 hours of Christ's life and I'll get him to have the dialogue entirely in dead languages! Oh yes, thats the best idea I've had since Fame Academy!

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