Moira: Roland! What are you doing in my room?
Roland: What are you talking about? This is my room.
Moira: Well, what the fuck are you doing in your room?
Roland: Well, I was trying to sleep. Until you started pounding on the door, telling me to whip up a salmon plate. I finally let you in, you flaked out on the bed.
Moira: Oh, my God. Are you naked under there?
Roland: Honey, what I do in the privacy of my sheets is my own business.