Norm: Mr. Drake! Mr. Drake, sir!
Butler: Sorry, sir, but Mr. Peterson said it was an emergency.
Evan Drake: What? Emergency?
Norm: Yeah, structural, Evan. It's just a damn good thing I went back and checked those blueprints. This ceiling could go at any second.
Evan Drake: Ceiling?
Norm: Yeah, it's a crack, sir. It extends all the way into, uh, here... [opens closet]
Rebecca: [hushed] Get me out of here.
Evan Drake: What crack? There's nothing wrong with that ceiling.
Norm: I'm only thinking of your safety, sir. Now, I'd feel much better if you slept in a different room.
Evan Drake: Peterson, get out. And close that closet door.