Max: Honey, listen to me. I'm sorry, but there is no way that you could be pregnant. Tara has an IUD.
Alice: Oh, pooh, I don't believe in those things.
Max: Well, I don't think it matters if you believe in 'em.
Alice: The Lord works in mysterious ways. The magical spirit of an infant can wriggle its way around that mean old devil's tree in no time.