Albert Einstein and Alfred Hitchcock are stuck in Vault in a Bank Heist and forced to have a deep conversation.

Einstein: The universe, like this vault, is a contained system, yet its possibilities seem infinite, wouldn't you agree, Herr Hitchcock?

Hitchcock: Indeed, Professor, the suspense lies not in the explosion, but in the anticipation of what horrors lie within, both in the vault and the human heart.

Einstein: Perhaps this "horror" is simply the bending of our perceptions, much like gravity distorts spacetime.

Hitchcock: (Chuckles) A clever misdirection, Professor, but I prefer the tangible dread of a ticking clock.

Einstein: Time, a relative construct, is it not? This heist, a mere blip in the grand scheme of cosmic evolution.

Hitchcock: But a rather compelling blip, wouldn't you say? The audience, much like us, is trapped, waiting for the inevitable.

Einstein: Inevitable? Only if we assume a deterministic universe, a notion I find increasingly unsettling.

Hitchcock: Unsettling is my stock-in-trade, Professor. A little chaos, a dash of the unexpected, that's what makes life, and cinema, interesting.

Einstein: But even chaos follows certain laws, hidden equations waiting to be discovered, much like the combination to this vault.

Hitchcock: Let's hope we find that equation before the police arrive, Professor. A truly satisfying ending requires careful planning.