You think I'm getting traded?

No.

Imagine they trade me. Philly, you're going to go crazy.

We're right. If Pat-Pab gets traded, we're flipping cars. They better grease the poles if you get traded because we're burning down City Hall.

Imagine I get traded. Are you sick?

I can't even imagine it. It would do bad things to the crime rate in the city. And that's a promise. That's not even a speculation.