Moira: In a room this tiny, we've just got to ignore the little irritants of the other, or you'd go insane!
Johnny: Little irritants? What, uh- What little irritants? I have little irritants?
Moira: Yes, we all do. Peccadilloes, cloying habits.
Johnny: Like what, for instance?
Moira: All right, John. I- I drink a little too much tea sometimes.
Johnny: And that's it for you? You, uh- You drink tea?
Moira: Well, it calms me, so I suppose you would say that's because I'm inclined to get nervous or insecure.
Johnny: No, I would say you're sometimes a little defensive, and uh, perhaps a tad paranoid.
Moira: That would only be after you've taken that condescending father tone with me.