Carnac: One thousand wins Ed: One thousand wins. That could mean anything. Carnac: But according to this hermetically sealed envelope, tonight it will mean only one thing. Ed: What? Carnac: (Pst, Ed, you're supposed to do the whole Your Magnificence and Hey-Yo thing.) Ed: (Oh.) One thousand wins. Hey-yo, Your Magnificence. Carnac: May the fleas of a thousand lineup cards infest your cellar. Ed: The contents, please? Carnac: What didn't save Charlie Manuel either?