No worries, little dude. You'll get it eventually.

I gotta say, Ango, that's super cool. [Now Carey seems a little distracted, maybe even a little impatient. She angles their conversation away from the party and lowers her tone.]

Sooo, Ango, I noticed you tryin' to slip this guy into the trash. [She lifts his prize gun from the inside of her Brand New Red Leather Jacket, just briefly enough to show him that it's there, and slips it back away.] What's that about?