Jocelyn: Sorry, Moira, I think my reason for not wanting to jump on the bandwagon is just that I've seen you get your hopes up before, only to be disappointed when things didn't work out.
Moira: I don't require coddling.
Jocelyn: I know. Now that I realize that my opinion means something to you, there is a lot that I liked about the trailer...
Moira: Do go on.
Jocelyn: [clears throat] "From the first ominous syllable of the narrator's tale, one can feel the hair on one's arms standing at afrightened attention. Yes, there will be blood. And, yes, you will be horror-struck. But, more than that, you will be lured, against every instinct for self-preservation, to look inside, and face your very own futile resistance to transfiguration."
Moira: Who wrote that?
Jocelyn: I did.
Moira: You? You did. Oh, wow... Jocelyn, thank you. Nothing about me or my performance?
Jocelyn: Oh. It's just a first draft.
Moira: Yes. Okay.
Jocelyn: I really liked your feathers!
Moira: Mm-hmm.
Jocelyn: They're very life-like.
Moira: Surprise. They are real. 1200 of them hand-sewn into my costume. The live crows on set welcomed me as their own. One even tried to mate.