Joe: And what's that gotta do with Seamus?
Gerry: The fact that the corpses starting piling up within hours of you taking in a feral cat is no coincidence, Joe.
Joe: It wasn't Seamus! Seamus wouldn't hurt a fly.
Gerry: I've seen him eat flies.
Joe: Seamus didn't kill anything! There's a tabby, two streets away, has a vendetta against him. They had a falling out. I don't know the details.
Gerry: So, Seamus has been framed by another cat?!
Joe: Exactly!
Aunt Sarah: Jesus, that's desperate.