Harry: Well, hello, Mrs. Sumner. How's the Dean?
Mrs. Sumner: He's fine, thank you.
Harry: Excellent. I'm afraid I'm going to have to look in that bag.
Mrs. Sumner: What?
Harry: Uh-huh. Ooh, binoculars, huh? And exactly who is it that you were planning on looking at? Around here we got a little thing called right to privacy. Okay, spread 'em, lady. There you go. [over radio] This is Solomon. I need a canine unit.