Gary Hobson: [Watches Bryce taking off the chain from the heavy bag] The chains? You wanted the chains?
Miguel Diaz: You could have mentioned that before we hold that sack all across the town.
Gary Hobson: What? They're made out of silver or something?
Bruce Bryce: [Proudly] They're made out of platinum. I knew the feds were closing in so I hid my assets before my unfortunate accident.
Gary Hobson: You mean you melted your fortune into a boxing bag chain that hung in a gym?
Victor Crowley: Mr. Bryce is a genius.
Bruce Bryce: I hid everything in plain sight, in the last place where they would think to look: the chain in the gym, diamonds at the ice age exhibit at the museum, gold doorknobs at the national Athenaeum club.
Victor Crowley: [In an impressed tone] Doorknobs!
Miguel Diaz: [Stunned] You read too much fiction, man...
Gary Hobson: Just out of curiosity, why didn't you melt it all into one bar?
Victor Crowley: [Suddenly bemused, turns to Bryce] Yeah, why didn't you do that?
Bruce Bryce: Little minds... I was diversifying.
Victor Crowley: He was diversifying.
Laura: [Scornfully] Okay, so why not melt it into a lot of little bars of different stuffing and maintain them into a single storage so you keep it simple and minimize the risk of exposure?
Bruce Bryce: [Obviously realizing how simpler his plan could have been, curtly to Victor Crowley] Shoot them.
Miguel Diaz: [Trying to keep her quiet] Hem, Laura, honey, please...
Laura: But it was a logical question!