Jocelyn: What are these?
Moira: Oh, just some old love letters, written by another woman, onto which John has been clutching.
Jocelyn: Wow, I have been down this road. I once found a bag of Roland's ex-girlfriends' bras. Burned them. Except for the ones that were my size.
Moira: But this is incomparable, Jocelyn, there's a perfectly logical explanation for this!
Jocelyn: Oh, there always is. Woo! Wow. [laughs] This little "butterfly" is quite the writer. It's like 50 Shades of Johnny Rose! Holy cow.