Anita: It’s not in your back pocket?

　　Lenny: No, it’s in none of my pockets. My pocket’s been picked!

　　Anita: It must have happened when our attention was diverted by those boys fighting over there.

　　Lenny: I should have been paying more attention in a busy market like this. I felt someone bump me from behind, but it never occurred to me that someone could be lifting my wallet.

　　Anita: I’ve been clutching my purse, worried about purse-snatchers. I never thought anyone would be able to pick your pocket.

　　Lenny: Me, neither. I don’t know how I’m going to live this down. When the boys hear about this…

　　Anita: Come on, we’d better go file a police report. You never know. Maybe your wallet will turn up.

　　Lenny: Fat chance of that happening. This is really embarrassing…

　　Anita: Stop stalling. If there’s one thing I’ve learned after being a cop’s wife for 15 years is that you’ve got to face the music.

　　Script by Dr. Lucy Tse