Prue: Jack, you actually wear that to work?
Jack (thinking): Ohh, feisty, feisty. (Out loud.) Well, when work puts me in front of an online server, handling 5 million online awesome hits a day, yeah I do. What's the emergency?
Jack: (thinking) My what?
Prue: Fersuang Publications, the German conglomerate. You handled their C.E.O. Bronze ----- Collection for the internet auction, right?
Jack: (thinking) Be careful, she suspects. (out loud) Yeah, of course.
Prue: Well, I need some bronzes checked out. Who did your validation?
Prue: You do have people's collections validated don't you?
Jack: (thinking) Mostly I put people in graves or incinerate them. (out loud) Oh, yeah. It was Walt Potarg at Berkley School and design. He was the best. (thinking) If she finds out that I'm lying, she's gonna die. (out loud) Well, you know what? I'm a little late, gotta go. Good to see you again. (He leaves.)
Prue: Your dying first.