Jill: So, Al, what did you wish for?
Al: Oh, no. No, no, Jill. I couldn't tell you that or it won't come true.
Tim: What are you, Al? Seven? Eight now?
Al: Sorry, Tim. It's just that I'm a little superstitious about those things.
Tim: Yeah? Well, if you don't tell us what you wished for, you're not getting your present.
Al: Well, if you must know, I... I wished for a wife.
Tim: Hey! Perfect! That's what we got ya! Just don't over-inflate her.