Moira: I checked in one whole guest. Answered his questions, and believe me, it was a laundry list.
Johnny: I see, and is there any chance you might've been a little brisk with this guest?
Moira: Not in the slightest. It was a master class in patience.
Johnny: Moira, I just got an alert that someone has posted a terrible review of this motel.
Moira: Oh no, John. Well dear, if I've learned anything from the theatre, it's whatever they say, you cannot take it personally.
Johnny: Yeah, I'm pretty sure this is not about me.
Moira: "I was served by an intimidating woman at the front desk, with an unrecognizable accent, and scary-looking attire." And what might this have to do with me?
Johnny: Moira?
Moira: Oh, that fussy little fucker! After niggling me with relentless demands.