This here gent seems to always be well turned out. I told him I'd be stealing his bag...he told me to return his scarf. And shirt...I'm thinking a clandestine trip to raid his closet might be necessary: I've got my eye not only on the bag, but the blazer...and the pea coat... and a certain cardigan I know he's been hiding. If I were Frankie, I'm fairly certain I'd give the lovely Santa Rita girls my clothes, so as to avoid the sudden realization that my entire wardrobe has disappeared.*
*This may or may not be a threat
