jesus, carolyn.
otis! knock it off!
ah, jesus, carolyn.  what's it worth?
what?
unless what?
i'll give you a clearance. if it'll help get those bastards.
let him out, will ya, carolyn? the housewife slides open a glass door for the dog, then returns to her seat -- without closing it behind her. roy's focus fixes on it. and every voice drifts into the distance.
see, darling? i told you: you're too trusting. you gotta be more careful of people.
here ya go. you alright?