Mm. Well, at this point, darling, any help is better than n--

[Wait a second, calling on Vaughn because of his brains seems awfully familiar. Who else did he...?]

PERIDOT. [Forgive this exaggerated dope-slap to his own forehead. He deserves it.] That makes FOUR. I'll get to letting them know the plan then. Thanks a mil', gorgeous.