Roland: Okay, all right, all right, okay. Up, up. There we go. Jeez, Moira, I wait 'til at least 10:30 before I have my first beer.
Moira: Oh, my legs are in slumber. Carry me.
Roland: Oh I can't... Oh jeez, okay. Hang on. You know, Moira, if Johnny locked you in that closet, we're going to have to call the police.