Moira: Excuse me, cowboy, have you seen my husband?
Johnny: Oh, my God. Oh, oh, oh. Look at you. Boy, you look like...
Moira: Who? Who do I look like?
Johnny: I wanna say Tanya Harding.
Moira: Do you? How about ?
Johnny: Jocelyn! Oh, my God, that's right! Why Jocelyn?
Moira: Because everyone who comes out of that salon looks just like Jocelyn.
Johnny: Wow! And is that you? Is that your wig?
Moira: No, it's a dead possum. Yes, it's a wig, John.