Rebecca: Hey. Carla, come here. There's a handle loose on one of the desk drawers. Do we have a screwdriver?
Carla: You can't fool me. You're just trying to take that desk apart to look for your ring.
Rebecca: I am way above that. I would not betray my man's trust. [goes into office and returns] You know, that handle is really loose. Do we have a crowbar?