[fantasy:]
St. Peter: Right this way. Wipe your feet, please. Sorry, no flash photography. Next.
Kitty: Oh, that's us. Forman, party of four.
St. Peter: I'm sorry, I can't let you in.
Kitty: What? All of us or... Just Laurie?
St. Peter: All of you. Hi, Laurie. Kitty, if you'd only gone to church with your family, but you didn't. So, down you go. [Formans scream] [laughs] I love that gag. Step aside, would you please? Next.
Bob: Hey there, ho there. Hi there, coming through.
Kitty: Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
St. Peter: What can I do? They went to church.
Bob: Here's 20. Can you find us a place up front?
Red: All right, that's it. I'm kicking Bob's ass.
Kitty: Red!
Red: Well, Kitty, we're going to hell anyway.
[reality:]
Kitty: Well, that's just not gonna happen.