[Ivo noisily struggles in his changing room. Stone is startled but quickly regains his composure and continues to wait patiently until Ivo opens the door.]
Tinker Tailor, I need room. Think Elvis, circa 1976.
But, sir, I don't have the proper materials.
[rips off Stone's shirt]
Found some! [hands it to Stone, shuts the door]
Resourceful.

