Moira: I am here to address an issue that I believe pertains to all of us, self-respect. [Ronnie snickers]
Roland: I don't think we can help you in that department.
Moira: I'm speaking about what we have allowed to happen to this town. Everyone leaving their old things here and there, like some city-wide garage sale! I deserve better! We deserve better. A baby born in a prison cell does not know that a toilet should not be in the same room as its bed, but we do.
Ronnie: I didn't know you'd been in prison.
Moira: What? No, I'm illustrating a point. Okay, picture all of you living in a cave, having never seen the outside world. And then I show up. [off Bob's confusion] No, this is not what I'm trying to say.
Ronnie: What are you trying to say?
Moira: That we should strive for something that sets us apart from the prison baby. Greenery! We need greenery! Flowers, Boxwood trees! Two sets each for the cafe, and the motel. And then a citywide clean up, and I will not take no for an answer.