Anyway, while Mike is upstairs getting the hotel information, Susan plays with Bongo and asks if he wants a snack. She calls up to Mike to ask where the dog treats are, and he can't hear her, and she says she'll find them herself and she goes into the kitchen and she opens a cabinet and of course she finds Mike's stash of guns and his weapons cache. So many issues. First, some people on the boards were gasping at her snoopy rudeness, which I don't think actually think is a factor here. It's the kitchen, first of all, not his bedroom, and most people generally don't think twice about opening the kitchen cabinets to get a glass or something, because the kitchen cabinet is not a place where people hide personal doodads. Second, even if it were a place where someone would hide personal doodads, if you have something to hide, you really cannot rely on the assumption that everyone entering your house will not be snoopy. Therefore: the kitchen cabinet is officially the worst hiding place ever. Susan takes several piles of cash out and then replaces them hastily when Mike comes downstairs to answer the phone. He has this boring conversation with his tile guy, and yada yada yada, Susan manages to convince Mike to allow her to let the tile guy in when he's off getting wood or something the next day, so that she can snoop around some more and continue on the merry path of ruining her life.