Moira: [on the phone] Oh, John, I'm afraid I've made a grave error in judgment.
Johnny: Oh, sweetheart, I told you not to drink the tap water.
Moira: If only! At this moment an intestinal bacteria would wreak less havoc on my career!
Johnny: Well, I don't understand.
Moira: Everything was fine two hours ago. John, you know me, I'm never one to complain. I didn't bat an eye when I found out my accommodation here was in actuality a small "Bed or Breakfast." They feed me at work, I'll take the bed.
Johnny: [on the phone] So then what's the problem?
Moira: Our director appears to be on a kamikaze mission to sink this ship, and I refuse to be the goddess on its prow!