Jocelyn: Wow. Is-is it a wig?
Moira: No. It's a coat. It's the coat.
Jocelyn: What coat?
Moira: The coat you kept going on about that one time.
Jocelyn: Are you sure it was me?
Moira: Oh, it's absolutely tragic, Jocelyn, that I will never see or speak to you ever again. But I will have my memories and you will have this incredible coat. Goodbye, dear friend.
Jocelyn: Goodbye, Moira Rose.