No one would understand it, anyway.

BETHANY : 

I don't think I have any Faith left.

LIZ (making coffee) : 

I had a girl in here once [at the Planned Parenthood Clinic] - 'bout fifteen. She told me that 

Faith is like a glass of water. 

When you're young, 

The Glass is full, and 

it's easy to fill up. 

But the older you get, 

the bigger The Glass gets, 

and the same amount of water 

doesn't fill The Glass anymore. 

Periodically, 

The Glass has to be refilled.

BETHANY : 

A fifteen year old who came in here said that?

LIZ : She had gotten knocked up by her pastor.

BETHANY : Jesus! See? 

A minister knocks up a teenager

 — isn't anyone afraid of The Lord's wrath anymore?

LIZ : •That• would require Faith, and THAT commodity lately seems reserved only for the psychotic zealots that hang around outside HERE.

Except — ah! Except children. Children can hear it sometimes. If their hearts are in the right place, and the stars are too, children can hear your name. Argh! But nobody else. Nobody else, ever.