Norm: Come on, audits happen every day. I did thousands of them when I was an accountant. All you need to do is get yourself a good accountant.
Carla: I don't have time for that. Will you do it, Norm?
Norm: Sorry, Carla. I'm a painter now. Can't do it. But if you do want your jail cell painted Navajo white, I've got an extra...
Carla: Listen, I am desperate. I'll pay you.
Norm: OK. All right, I'll do it. All right, fair enough. I think what you have to do is bury the auditor in paperwork, all right? I want you to get your hands on receipts. Any receipt you have, all right. If you don't have them, just make them up.
Carla: That's illegal.
Norm: All right. Forget it, then.
Carla: No, not at all. The kids will love it. We'll make it a family project.