Jocelyn: Wow. Moira, I'm not as prepared for this as I thought I would be.
Moira: Oh, Veronica. I suppose you have something in your eye?
Ronnie: No. I just-I just don't like surprises. We should-we should get started.
Moira: May-may I just proclaim that I have rarely... never... I've never felt more buttressed than I have in your company, dear gals. Not to flog a metaphor but, wolf pups are born blind and deaf, and in your care I have learned to see and hear the beauty in the bucolic. [Twyla goes into hug Moira] What's this? What? Oh no. No. Let's not turn this into a Hallmark movie of the week. I've done enough of those for a lifetime. Okay? Maybe just a quick one.