A dead flier becomes a live catcher.

You've got great hands. Be a catcher. Catch me.

Let Otto catch him.

Otto, I think maybe you'd better catch the boy.

Three complete somersaults before reaching the arms of his catcher.

You know, Mike, I often wondered why you never became a catcher.

There. This is where your catcher would be for any big trick.

So I catch him and I give you a pension. How about it?

and Samson said to the boy who held him by the hand, Allow me to feel the pillars whereupon the house rests, that I may lean on them.

And Samson said unto the lad that held him by the hand, Suffer me that I may feel the pillars whereupon the house standeth, that I may lean upon them.

A split second to reach for your catcher, and a split second for him to grab you.

Nobody can do it better. Before he becomes this great catcher he might change the rigging for my act.

As for your terror, the pride of your heart has deceived you, O you who dwell in the clefts of the rock, who hold the height of the hill though you should make your nest as high as the eagle, I will bring you down from there, says Yahweh.

Thy terribleness hath deceived thee, and the pride of thine heart, O thou that dwellest in the clefts of the rock, that holdest the height of the hill though thou shouldest make thy nest as high as the eagle, I will bring thee down from thence, saith the LORD.