Johnny: Honestly, Moira, just go. I'll be fine.
Moira: I'm not sure you will be, John. It's not like the old days when we could just call Adelina, and have her rush home from her daughter's wedding.
Johnny: You're gonna miss your screening.
Moira: I'll go after the first commercial break. That's when the action happens anyway, when my cousin and I begin our backpack through Lebanon.
Johnny: What else does the binder say?
Moira: Oh, my God, John! Don't forget to wash its hands!