Trevor: Back to England, love.
Rita: Oh, Michael, will you come visit me lots?
Michael: That's gonna be difficult, Rita. You're gonna be across an ocean.
Rita: Well, you can always walk.
Michael: Not on the water.
Rita: Oh, Michael, you're such a grown-up.
Michael: Hey, hey!
[Rita walks across the pool]
Michael: Hang on a sec. That's part of your trick, right?
Gob: No. That's not my trick, Michael.