David: Ugh! Okay, you know what? I'm making a blend.
Moira: Yes. Make us a nice Moira-lot... or a Moira Rose-ling. Hey, not to be too effusive, but I'd call that one potable.
David: I have had worst things in my mouth. [chuckles]
Moira: I'm so happy that I wrestled you away today for this oenological escapade. I finally have you all to myself, David. When's the last time you and I had a whole day together with nary a care in the world?
David: I mean, I am in the middle of planning a wedding, while also building a successful retail empire.
Moira: Yes, you are. Then grant me this precious moment before there's a ring on your finger - to say chin chin to you and your husband-to-be.
David: This feels remarkably selfless.