[at breakfast, Neal finds his wallet empty and glares at Del]

What?

You know goddamn well what.

I'm sorry, I don't.

I had over $700 in here.

I didn't touch your dough, Neal. I'm a lot of things but I'm not a thief.

Well, you went into my stuff last night, right?

I didn't take your money! And I don't care for the accusation.

Well, I had over $700 in here and you went into my wallet for pizza. Just maybe when you went into my stuff you had to...

[places his wallet on the table]

Count it.

Oh, like you'd keep it in there if you stole it.

There's $263 in there. If there's a dollar more, then you can call me a thief. Just count it.

[checks Del's wallet, hands it back]

Empty.

What?! [checks his wallet]

Dry.

We were robbed!

[sarcastically]

Do ya think so?