Moira: Are we up yet?
Jocelyn: It's either black or red, even or odd. And you never know where you're gonna land.
Moira: I'm sorry, Jocelyn?
Jocelyn: If you'dve told me 20-years-ago I'd be standing here with an empty chip bucket, stoned out of my mind at a Doodlebops concert, I would've lit a menthol, and had a laugh.
Moira: You went to that show?
Jocelyn: I stepped in briefly, Roland Jr.'s a huge fan of "Wobbly Whoopsy." Moira, you may not believe this, but I used to rock out.
Moira: Well, of course you did, as did anyone with brain cells to kill. I'm thinking of a particular night in Monaco with Maggie Trudeau and the Rolling Stones.
Jocelyn: You rocked with the Stones?
Moira: All except Charlie, but every party has a pooper.