Hey, man. I’m telling you man; you better call me dude. I’ve waited patiently for you to pay for that briefcase. Don’t make me go over there with my authorities. No BS, dude. I want my money.
Inspector Vornoff: Your cheeks, when did they go all floppy? Eva: Last night I heard an explosion followed by the sound of plonging. Inspector Vornoff: Plonging? Eva: You know darling, like when your toilet is clogged, you plonge it Inspector Vornoff: I see, (He jots this down in his notebook) continue. Eva: I went back to sleep and when I awoke my cheeks were floppy and this horribly mutilated corpse was on the floor.