Robert: "Joanna, I'm heading back to the office. Make sure you're not doing anything unbelievably simple and easy."

BOWERS

Joanna: "Shit! Robert's on his way back to the office."
Will: "It's okay. Just stay calm. At the end of this hallway, you will see computers."
Joanna: "I do not have visual on these 'computers.' What do they look like?"
Ben Preswick: "Like computers, ma'am."
Joanna: "I'm in!"
Ben Preswick: "Great, now open a file marked Asia & Pacific Outflows..."
Joanna: "Slow down slow down. What is a 'file'?"

Doorman: "Mr. Bowers, where is your ID? It is for security."
Robert: "I don't know. Please don't check to see that it's been used somewhere in the building."
Doorman: "I wasn't even going to. I was just going to hassle you while the heist of the century is going on upstairs forever."

Joanna: "There are easily twenty files on this computer!"
Ben Preswick: "Look for one called... I can't remember."
Joanna: "I don't see a file called that, Ben Preswick!"
Will: "Ben Preswick, we are running out of time!"
Ben Preswick: "Just look for the obvious spreadsheet that would be on the mainframe."
Joanna: "I see every quarter for 2012 except for the one you're telling me to find."
Ben Preswick: "Are you sure? Look again."
Joanna: "Okay, I'm looking again."
Ben Preswick: "Is it there?"
Joanna: "...No. Ben Preswick, it isn't there!"

This goes on for, no shit, about an hour. More than enough time for Robert Bowers to get on an elevator and go upstairs and start looking for his ID, grumbling all the way. Or so you'd think. In fact, eventually the FBI gets so "fed" up with Joanna's inability to navigate the mainframe that Will pulls her out and she goes back to her office. It was not a "go" after all, it seems.

EDWARD

Edward: "The IT guy showed me the file on the offline accounting mainframe server, so I deleted it. Here it is in my computer."
Samantha: "There must be like twenty files here! That is so many files!"
Edward: "And the only person who can tell me what they mean is Ben Preswick."
Samantha: "Didn't the cops say he got away?"
(Something magic happens in Edward's head that makes no sense.)
Edward: "The FBI has Ben Preswick in custody for the next twenty-four hours! I have to go bother them, that will help with this problem. They'll never suspect a thing."