Moira: John. John! John, do you have any idea what a terrible night's sleep does to one's face?
Johnny: What, you couldn't sleep?
Moira: How could I sleep with that noise?!
Johnny: What noise? They turned it off.
Moira: No, you- You just fell asleep, and stayed asleep with no regard for my well being. Now my eyes are puffy.
Are they puffy?
Johnny: No, they look like they usually look, Moira.
Moira: So now my eyes are usually puffy!
Johnny: Oh, Moira, they're fine!
Moira: These bags are like gypsy caravans, packed to the brim!