Liza: Did you do something with Charles’s passport?
Pauline: Me?
Liza: Your voice just went up an octave.
Pauline: Liza, I had to. Anything to stop that trip. He’s going to propose to her. Did you see that freaking ring?
Liza: Pauline.
Pauline: Liza, I’m buying you time. Don’t worry. I have the perfect plan. You wait a week or so, and then you just slip the passport between his office couch cushions. He’ll assume it fell out of his bag, and he’ll never know it was us.
Liza: Us? I had nothing to do with this. I don’t even know where the passport is.
Pauline: Check your FedEx tray.