Moira: Shall I? Hence our impending move to the Big Red Delicious.
Ronnie: Excuse me?
Jocelyn: Moira, I haven't said anything yet.
Moira: [chuckles] Why the festivities then?
Jocelyn: Grace is moving to Elm Valley. That's why the cake says "Goodbye Grace".
Moira: Oh I-I... I thought you were singling out one of my notable attributes. Shh. Okay, we'll just smooth things over until Grace arrives.
Grace: I-I'm right here.
Moira: Yes, you are! Grace! Our timorous grinagog.