Rebecca: 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 you ring.
Rebecca: I am way above that. I would not betray my man's trust. (closes office door and shortly comes back) You know that handle is really loose. Do we have a crowbar?