Johnny: You know, I had an idea about what to do with the portrait.
Moira: Oh, it's still there, waiting for us. Isn't it?
Johnny: I was thinking, to save space, we could cut our faces out and make four smaller, individual portraits.
Moira: We could here's another thought. We bid it farewell.
Johnny: Are you kidding?
Moira: It doesn't fit, John. And I don't just mean literally. We aren't those people anymore. We are, but we aren't.