get off me, you dog --
you can't be in here and you know it. nap in your car.
now get out before we get busted. properly reprimanded, simon picks up his folded uniform and prepares to leave, head hung low.
sure i do, boy scout. he exits. she shakes her head, slips her uniform back on.
hold it, simon! he hides the loot behind his back, busted. she holds the door open and tosses him his yellow shirt.
what do you think i am, laundry service?