Dina: [slow slapping] Very convincing.
Woman: What do you mean, dear?
Dina: What I mean, "dear," is, if you'd just stayed in Pharmacy, I wouldn't have batted an eye. But no one your age is throwing their money away on a new bed. I mean, let's be honest. How many years of sleeping do you even have left?
Woman: I don't know what's happening here.
Dina: I'll tell you what's happening. Your cover's been blown, sweetheart. [to her broach] Hello, Chicago. I'm not stupid. [chuckles]