"You don't know that! We could die if your security guards are inept enough to leave us in here until we starve to death or something," Coop argued, feeling the urge to just lay down on the floor and have a good tantrum.

"But your wife would notice you gone, right? If you didn't come home for dinner, she'd realize something was wrong and come find you? Or is she the type to just let things flow and you'll be back when you're back so might as well drink some wine and go to bed?"

Coop really hoped she was the former. He knew he was going to die one day but he didn't want to die in an elevator with Newt.