Moira: So, what establishment are we going to grace tonight?
Twyla: It's just a bar on the outside of town.
Moira: And how are we getting around? They don't allow you to drink and drive anymore.
Alexis: We will be taking a cab.
Moira: No you won't! I will drive you! Oh dear, I have the night to myself, and I would like nothing better than to find a new man for Twyla. I see before me, a beautiful young woman in her prime, who deserves every happiness.
Twyla: Mrs. Rose, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.
Moira: And I mean every word of it. So I think you girls should allow me to play chauffeur for the evening. It'll be the black car out front.
Alexis: Okay, I know what our car looks like, but thank you.