J.T. Forbes: You said you had $4000 in the bank.
Heather Chandler: I said I had about four thousand, okay? I rounded up.
J.T. Forbes: Two thousand three hundred does not round up to four thousand.
[busy with Cat's laptop]
Heather Chandler: Well, news flash! I'm bad with math... and with money.
J.T. Forbes: Yeah, but without more money, we're not gonna be able to afford a lawyer for Cat. Please tell me you know her password.
Heather Chandler: "VincatForEver". Capital V, F, E, no spaces.
J.T. Forbes: Forever, huh? At this rate, we'll be lucky to get them one more day.
Heather Chandler: Okay, whatever. We just have to get Cat out of there, okay? Can't have her spending another night in prison cos of me.
J.T. Forbes: Well, it would have been a hell of a lot easier if I hadn't sold my computers. Doesn't Cat ever defrag this damn thing?
Heather Chandler: I don't even know what that means.
J.T. Forbes: It means I can't get the auction site to load so I can transfer the retainer over to the lawyer.
[then succeeds]
J.T. Forbes: Finally.
Heather Chandler: Okay, well, just out of curiosity, if it's already costing us this much just to get Cat out of jail, how are we gonna pay for the trial fees?
J.T. Forbes: Trial? There's not gonna be a trial.
[shakes his head]
Heather Chandler: Vincent is innocent. How else will he defend himself?
J.T. Forbes: He's not. Heather, wake up! We're way past trying to exonerate him. Cat and Vincent need to bail. They got to get the hell out of here, forever. If we can ever find out where they're hiding Vincent, that is.
Heather Chandler: And what if we can't?
J.T. Forbes: [has no answer to that] Let's just try and get Cat out first. Then... we'll worry about Vincent.