Moira: [on the phone] Oh, Bev, I'm sorry I missed you, but I'm so happy I got your voicemail! Wondering when you might be getatable for a little red biddy, little back chat? Hm? Oh, and we're moving to New York. I just thought it was time. Ciao. [hangs up]
Johnny: Don't tell me you're having lunch with Bev after all this.
Moira: Imagine? No, I amputated those people years ago. But Bev and her big bazoo will get the word out quicker than any group memorandum.