Moira: I don't hate this town, Jocelyn. It's just not mine. And this is not my hair.
Jocelyn: I know. It's a wig.
Moira: It's not my style. You? On you, it's adorable. You have a look that says, "Hi, I'm Jocelyn, and I know who I am!" For that, you're very fortunate. You are. I don't who I am from one moment to the next. So honestly, dear, I envy you, all right? But if you ever, ever catch me shopping at the Blouse Barn, you must shoot me in the temple. Promise?
Jocelyn: Promise.
Moira: My son is hunting right now with your husband, so I I know you people have guns.