Mitchell: So I was thinking, would it be okay if she maybe joined us for dinner tonight?
Dede: Because it may be the last time you ever see me.
Claire: Okay, wait. What are you talking about?
Dede: Well, I'm- I'm moving to a far and dangerous place.
Mitchell: Canada, but, uh, she met a man named Chas.
Dede: Yeah. He's a logger.
Claire: Like a- Like a lumberjack?
Dede: No, he logs blood samples into a cholesterol study. Anyway, until I'm past this whole wedding debacle, I can't be intimate with him. We do things to each other. We use our hands.