Stevie: I mean, it's pretty amazing to see how many people care about you.
Moira: Yeah.
Stevie: I mean if I died, I'd be lucky if one person had something nice to say.
Moira: Oh, Stevie. Stevie, you have years ahead of you still to collect a cartage of adoring mourners. In the meantime, they will laugh in your face, and they'll stab you in the back, but the moment you give up the ghost, oh, they'll all have nothing but nice things to say about you. I know I will.
Stevie: Thank you, Mrs. Rose. That's very comforting.