David: Ew! What are you doing in my bed?
Moira: Oh, David please, I couldn't possibly make it all the way to my own bed. I'm- I'm just, uh- I'm exhausted!
David: Was it the footwork?
Moira: Oh, it was the footwork. It was the score, it was the book, it was all of that, David. But most severely lacking was me. You were right, my dear. I've had my time, and it's over now.
David: Um, I don't think I said that.
Moira: There is an elephant in the room, David, and he's whispering, "retire!" Run, David, go to Jocelyn, and tell her to cancel the evening.