Jocelyn: The good news is I just got off the phone with the Little Towns' Big Voices Festival and the Elmdale Songbirds have had to drop out at the last minute. They got a terrible stomach flu that just run right through them. So the festival was wondering if the Jazzagals could sub in tonight!

Moira: Well, look at you! You are radiant.
Alexis: Hardly.
Moira: You are, Alexis. Oh, I'd advise against the mortarboard. It'll flatten your hair and pull focus away from that beautiful face.
Alexis: Well, I think everyone has to wear one.
Moira: Hmm. But by not wearing one, you'll stand out. And by the fact that you're a good ten years older than everyone else.

Moira: I'm so proud of you.
Alexis: I don't know why. Everybody graduates from high school.
Moira: No, it isn't easy. Especially at your age.
Alexis: Okay, can you please stop saying that?
Moira: Alexis, you've worked very hard and now that you've done this, the world is gonna open up wide for you.

David: Well, the amazing thing about this place is that they've done such a wonderful job of editing down the menu to a very concise, world-class selection of international cuisine.
Patrick: Agreed. Agreed. Dare we try the deep fried mozzarella stick platter?
David: Mmm. They do a lovely wine pairing with that so...

Twyla: I overheard someone wanted Mozzarella sticks for their birthday. Pretty sure I scraped off all the freezer burn.
Patrick: Wow. Look at those.
Twyla: Do you guys need anything else? 'Cause I'm just heading out, so...
Stevie: You know what, I have to go too. I totally forgot. I'm gonna take some to go, though.
Twyla: Okay. I should warn you, these don't travel well. Even coming from the kitchen, they lost a lot of shape.

Alexis: What are you doing here?
Ted: It's your graduation. What do you think I'm doing here? I was just taking pictures.
Alexis: I just quit, I thought you wouldn't wanna come.
Ted: Let's try to find another word for 'quit.' You know, it kinda implies poor management.

The Jazzagals: Ooh Tu, baroo, Tu baroo Sha la la, Oohh Tu, Tu, Tu, baroo Ooh, oooh Sha la la, Ohhhh, bop Baby I'm yours Baby I'm Yours And I'll be yours until The stars fall from the sky Yours until the rivers all run dry In other words, until I die Bop! Baby I'm yours Baby I'm Yours And I'll be yours Yours Until the sun no longer shines...

Alexis: Happy birthday, David.
David: Happy graduation, Alexis. Thank you.
Alexis: Thank you.
Johnny and Moira: [singing] For he's a jolly good fellow, For she's a jolly good fellow, For they're two jolly good fellows For graduating today and being born today [clapping]
David: "Happy day Alex and Davis".
Moira: We've done the best we can.

Johnny: And we should congratulate your mother on her performance tonight. [clapping]
Moira: Let's not forget, your father, Mr. Rose, sold out this motel for the first time ever. [quiet clapping]
Johnny: Yeah.
Johnny and Moira: [singing] For we're all jolly good people, For we're all jolly good people For we're all jolly good people
David: Okay, I think that this is really pulling focus from my birthday a bit though.
Johnny and Moira: [singing] That your Mother and me And Father and me Are so proud [Johnny tries for a high note] oooffff!

Patrick: So, can we talk tomorrow?
David: Hmm. We can talk whenever you'd like. Just preferably not before 10 a.m., Um, 'cause I'm not really a morning person.
Patrick: Mmm-hmm. Goodnight, David.
David: Goodnight, Patrick.