Dorothy: Wait, wait, wait. I said I'm not going to go, and I am not going to go. It's just that, well, you have different intentions than I do.
Stan: It's not my intentions, it's God's intentions. D-Do you think this is all a coincidence? I mean, look. Your uncle visits, my uncle dies. Your uncle needs a place to live, my uncle gives us a building. Don't you see? God wants us to be together, babe. It's almost Biblical.
Dorothy: And thus he smote your Uncle Morris, huh?
Stan: There's a whole school of thought that says he's a wrathful God.
Dorothy: Yeah, well that would explain your hair.