"Are you crazy?"
"We're just planning to steal some money, not to kill him!"
The cook tucked the knife into his sleeve, "This is just a precaution. In case he starts arguing with us, we need a way to shut him up."
"You don't want everyone to know we are trying to pocket his money, do you?"
After a moment of eye contact, the girl compromised, thinking her boyfriend made sense.
The two walked slowly towards that side, the cook couldn't help but start fantasizing about the money, as if they already had it in their hands.
"Once I get that money, I'm buying a new car," he said, "I've had enough of our old jalopy; it keeps giving us trouble."
The girl scoffed, "How much do you think is in that box?"
The cook thought for a moment, "I saw a movie where a box of that size could hold at least a hundred thousand."
"A hundred thousand?"
"God, that's a lot of money..."
Both of their eyes filled with a yearning for wealth.
"When we have money, I'm buying that dress we saw last time."
