Moira: Well, hello! Is it just me, or is there a faint scent of honeysuckle in the air?
Roland: Yeah, it might be Johnny's aftershave. I'm-I'm sorry, it is pungent.
Moira: And John, I tried to hang up my gown, and thank God I caught it before that silly curtain rod came crashing down!
Roland: Don't worry about it, we'll get you a new one. As soon we get uh, "El Tightwad" here to loosen up the purse strings.
Moira: John, give this man a raise! And when dear, did our room become so moist? I'm off to get a dehumidifier, but I will see you at lunch.