Michael: Sorry, did I hear the word "trick"? And it smells a lot like lighter fluid in here. You know, I did say no tricks, Gob, and I mean it.
Gob: What if I find a trick that has her float to the alter or something?
Michael: No, no. Love for her to walk. And not to drown. Or fly through the air. Or catch on fire.
Gob: Is she allergic to cat fur?
Michael: Oop-- no tigers.
Gob: Right.