[ Good boy, Sunday. He's a fast learner, recognizing the futility of standing between Stelle and her own outlandish plans, however inadvisable they may be. But in her estimation, it's a better option than wasting time trying other ways to break out. If brute force doesn't work, then they can consider their other options.

(Drinking booze.) ]

Huh? No, but you're not just going to sit back and watch while I have all the fun, are you?

[ This is a privilege?? Scooching forward, Stelle crouches on the limo floor, grasping one end of the mini fridge with both hands. ]

C'mon. You know you want to get in on this!