Twyla: And don't worry about your solo, Jocelyn. I know it by heart. I actually sing it quietly every time you do it.
Jocelyn: I know, Twyla. And it's not that quiet. [baby wails]
Ronnie: Aw, it looks like somebody's up.
Moira: No rest for the wicked.
Jocelyn: Well, these days, either he's crying, or I am. Okay. See you l-l-later. Bye! Bye! I'll get the door. I'm sorry. Excuse me.