Moira: So how are you doing, Jocelyn? You seem to be wishing to discharge something from your chest today at rehearsal and... didn't get a chance.
Jocelyn: Uh, no, I'm fine.
Moira: You're fine. Why? Why do you hate my movie?
Jocelyn: I just saw the trailer.
Moira: Exactly! Yet you've already deemed it this year's John Carter.
Jocelyn: I never said that.
Moira: You didn't have to. Just the look in your eyes sent a chilling, wet gust of raspberries to my face.