Moira: Hi, John.
Johnny: Moira.
Moira: Twyla, thank you. I hope he didn't keep you too late. I'm sure you have somewhere to be.
Twyla: Actually, I do, but you guys take as long as you want. George will lock up.
Johnny: Merry Christmas, Twyla.
Twyla: Merry Christmas, Mr. Rose. Dinner is on us.