Stevie: This is good news.
David: I mean, yeah, if someone hadn't snuffed out the last remaining embers of my self-confidence.
Moira: Why don't you channel some of that charming self-pity into a business plan, okay? Because the lease is yours, David, if you still want it.
Stevie: Which he does.
Moira: If there's anyone in this town who might have the eye to create something truly beautiful, it's you, David. And me, but in this case, you.
David: Okay. I will submit my application.