David: Okay, are we praying?
Moira: Don't be ridiculous. To whom it may concern: There's a man out there, my husband, he's out there trying to build back what we've lost. And... I'm sorry 5'10", slow talker...
David: Okay. I think they get it.
Moira: It's our turn to send him abetment.
David: It's just that this is feeling a bit desperate.
Alexis: Can we do this without holding hands?
Moira: No! He's worked so hard while the rest of us have just been flailing about.
Alexis: I don't think that's accurate.
David: Absolutely not the case.
Moira: I implore you... please forward the following; John. My macho man. You don't deserve another failure.
David: Okay. What is happening?
Moira: I don't know, David, just go with it. John, we're here for you. Oh, Alexis your hands as dry as an autumn leaf.