β What's with the briefcase?
β It's a love memento.
β Huh?
β The most beautiful woman alive. Her name was Mary. I drove her to the airport. Sparks flew, emotions ran high, breasts heaved. She left this case in the terminal and flew to Aspen and out of my life. End of story.
β What's in it?
β DO you really expect me to go snooping around in someone else's private property?
β Why not?
β It's locked.
