[The situation is already ridiculous even without having to pay so much, and Gil looks like he's running the risk of going full-on feline or at the very least talking in cat related phrases for a while. He's not going to be any good to anyone if he winds up four-legged and craving tuna.

At least Gil is rich as hell apparently, so it does seem like the effects of the cat curse are already starting to fade.]

I think it's working! [He pushes his palms towards his own cheeks, indicting a shrinkage.] You're good, you're probably going to be fine.

[He eyes the ticket seller.] If you're finally happy, we'll just be gettin' out of your hair...confetti, and actually doing what we came here for in the first place, thanks.