“Bloody hell, that’s it!”

“That’s what?”

“We’ve been running around the countryside, looking for that fecking case, but what if it’s a… a…”

“A what?”

“Hold on!”

“What is it???”

“What if it’s one of those things…”

“What things?”

“Like out of a Hitchcock film…”

“Like a slasher?”

“No, one of those plot devices that wind up really meaning nothing… A Mac… Mac…”

“McNugget?”

“No, not a McNugget… A MacGuffin!”

“Is a MacGuffin like a McNugget?”

“Just shut up and listen! A MacGuffin is like a… Like a red herring. You spend all your time concentrating on this one thing that you think is important, but it’s really not - It’s the other thing that’s important.”

“Okay, so, what? The case is a MacGuffin?”

“Yes.”

“And it’s distracting us from the thing we should be looking for…”

“Yes.”

“Which is?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ah. Well. That’s a start.”

“It’s more of a start than everyone else scouring the countryside for the case has…”

“Right. So now we have to stop looking for the thing we know about, and start looking for the thing we have absolutely no clue about.”

“Yes.”

“Well, it’s settled then. Fuck ‘em. Let’s go.”