Hershel: That's something, isn't it? It's good to pause for an occasional reminder.
Rick: Of what?
Hershel: Whatever comes to mind. For me it's often God. No thoughts on that?
Rick: Last time I asked God for a favor and stopped to admire a view, my son got shot. I try not to mix it up with the Almighty anymore. Best we stay out of each others way.
Hershel: Lori told me your story -- how you were shot, the coma. Yet you came out of it somehow. You did not feel God's hand in yours?
Rick: At that moment? No, I did not.
Hershel: In all the chaos you found your wife and boy. Then he was shot and he survived. That tells you nothing?
Rick: It tells me God's got a strange sense of humor.