Okay. Thank you.

Will lonely boy ever learn that S. can't tell time, especially when she's wasting someone else's?

All I have in my pile are divorce papers, jewelry, and artful nudes of my mother in her groupie days.

Swap piles?

I knew there would be nothing.

What did you expect to find in here, anyway?

A gun. The smoking kind.

Oh, my god. You found a copy of the affidavit.

Any handwriting expert would be able to prove that this is not mine.

Not that we'll ever need to call one. The threat alone is enough.