Brenda: Are you wearing your gun?
Fritz: (smiles) Yeah.
Brenda: Can I have it?
Fritz: What's wrong with yours?
Brenda: Well, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm off duty. So, would you let me borrow yours? For a minute, please? (Fritz hands her his sidearm) Could it really be that simple? (aims at mirror) Bang.
Fritz: What are you doing?
Brenda: Trust me... Trust me. (crouches down) Now walk towards me like you're trying to find out what I'm doing.
Fritz: (still smiling) I am trying to find out what you're doing.
Brenda: ("aims" hairbrush at Fritz) Bang. See? That's how I shoot Barak with Martin's gun, and then I shoot Martin with Barak's. That's how. 'Cause he knew Barak was coming. That's how. (kisses him.) That's how.