Della Street: [talking on the phone] Not even one damsel in distress. No, Perry, not even a book salesman. It's been more like a morgue around here than a law office all morning. Paul? No, he hasn't come in yet. Mm-hmm. Okay, I'll tell him. 'Bye.
[Paul starts pulling coins out of his pockets and putting them on Perry's desk]
Perry Mason: Paul, what in the world are you doing?
Paul Drake: Conducting my daily search.
Della Street: Daily search?
Paul Drake: To make sure that nobody's given me any, uh... wooden nickles.