Wilma: Fred, will you stop that pacing up and down? You're making me nervous.
Fred: If you want to get nervous, get nervous about living next-door to a counterfeiter. And if he tries to pass any of that do-it-yourself money, they'll grab him, they'll find out I knew about it, and I'll get 10 years just for living next door to the guy.
Wilma: I'll visit you, Fred, and bring a cake with a file in it.