Scene: Mike & Breda, in the bedroom, folding laundry. Breda is sitting on the bed, folding one of her tank tops.
Mike: "You know, maybe you should consider getting one of those holster shirts. It'd be great for a smaller pistol like a Kel-Tec. Deep concealment."
Breda: (distractedly matching socks) "Hmm...I guess it might work."
Mike: "The only problem is that you'd have to reach up inside your shirt to get at the gun and, well...you'd basically be showing everyone your underwear."
Breda: "Um, Mike? My ancestors painted themselves blue, spiked up their hair and went into battle naked. I don't think there'd be a problem."